Space Object
A large black sphere that's darker than midnight
Floating in the distance against soft white
A tube from the sphere not half as thick glides
Shrinking into the distance no divides
Connected other side in unison
Liquid Pouring out like a hooligan
Landing below tipping over the scales
Fluorescent blue fluid its new path fails
Off the edge of flat glass fluently flows
From liquid to solid no longer flows
Appearance of moss it hangs from the edge
From view in dark blue this liquified ledge
From whats been described may seem far fetched
During this writing this picture was etched
Space Object
Chris Damstrom
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