Rushing and torn
Stuck in the accretion
disk - it's grabbing, tighter
and tighter and tighter until
fission takes hold, like a piece
of spaghetti - waving to its own
sauce
thinking
This certainly is an eventful horizon

Rust and red consumed
A planet pumping iron
Forging RNA

A quick collision
Blasting out extremophiles
Pleased to meet you, Earth

~

Fireflies dancing
Amidst twilight desires
*Soft lips in moonlight