Universal Generators
Gaia’s fire burns;
generates energy
to keep her turning;
she must spin, to survive.
Centrifugal generators,
electrifying space;
energy produces energy;
all life is energy.
In space, when a body is stopped,
all pay the price.
Dead dwarves offer nothing, ask for nothing;
their lives simply cease.
Do dead planets have an advantage over the living?
Do they never tire or enjoy
the company of the living ones?
If Rock is made up of living organisms;
Perhaps they do!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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