The sand and pebbles, familiar at first
But the blueberry crystals, razor sharp,
And alkaline soil, dry beyond all thirst
Reveal the alienness of this scarp.
A whisper of wind from butterscotch sky
Where roams a gossamer cloud of dry ice
Millions of miles from a vertebrate eye
A world where indifference may just suffice.
Intrepid circuits, servos, gears and wheels
Know not of adventure, conquest, or dread;
A century from now, with sand on their heels
Our children knead bizarre grain into bread.
Such stories to tell; such pathways to blaze
A world that kills in a thousand new ways.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:01 AM UTC
The sand and pebbles, familiar at first
But the blueberry crystals, razor sharp,
And alkaline soil, dry beyond all thirst
Reveal the alienness of this scarp.
A whisper of wind from butterscotch sky
Where roams a gossamer cloud of dry ice
Millions of miles from a vertebrate eye
A world where indifference may just suffice.
Intrepid circuits, servos, gears and wheels
Know not of adventure, conquest, or dread;
A century from now, with sand on their heels
Our children knead bizarre grain into bread.
Such stories to tell; such pathways to blaze
A world that kills in a thousand new ways.
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