Iron Balloons Concrete Skies - Part 1

Iron Balloons Concrete Skies (PART 1) Florescent plants fill up the planet in green light The gigantic world found us before we found it Colliding, taking our ship by tonnage to the surface vast and wide Strong gravity powered by shear mass that dragged us down Ten billion light years from our home, simply to explore Out there to investigate the void Memory succumbed by encumbrances of weight Crushed thoughts by pressure grave embraced The crew senses loads intense, alien in nature Landscapes fade into black open space Cast against a backdrop dotted, twinkling white So far away the tiny lights go out of sight still fixed in place No sun or moon to fill in the surrounding emptiness Space explorers hover in the artificial rocket light Release submersible submarines in dark To reach the surface of the alien sea Night springs eternal heavy on the shore Trees of liquid mass punctuate the distances Tall on horizons belly swaying pink with fluids Yellow translucent branches dip into the atmosphere Touched sticky, viscous, stretched to their limits Limbs distorted long in elasticity bounce back to shape Laws of nature break from too much weight As strong and thick as this planet seems to be created Light does not escape from black hole pressure Planets pull apart one segment at a time to their own fate Infinity looks on a foreign veranda strange Wide visions on the vista compromised As far as the eye can see Fathomed, reflected on, in the absence of dusk and dawns On enormous lands looking gigantic on the cosmic storms On stars born that stay alive as best they can Cast against a black backdrop far away Dotted, twinkling white So far away the tiny lights go on into forever faded Soft buttered views below the solid alien ocean emerge Clouded sights of sinking submarines appear Permitted to be discovered by visitors but not touched (Part 2 of this poem follows on next post)