Jupiter is star-like tonight lumbering in the darkness throwing its gravity about picking on moons and asteroids while brewing storms and lightning
From afar it seems crystal sharp, isosceles rays of light an ornament in the cosmos fingers point, faces uplifted amazement in cold clear black silences
Io, knows its tyranny stretched and pulled for millennia calderas of lava rage and flow blood blasts of internal strife turning in unknown tranquility of space