my ears, pressed on marbled plastic,
hardly privy to distant echoes of the driving
know we are plummeting upwards;
freed from her everyday tyranny.
with her speckled verde, azure, gris lies out,
distantly touches Star’s tranquil seas
Sprawling, spitefully following contours etched for eons
our bending concrete, asphalt beams
contain her forest dwindling
close the outer eyelid,
receive petulant saccharides from
suspicious, noxious fluid
avert from ongoing tragedy by means of indulgent sparkling
with ambience browning,
cooked by malicious curious
I yearn, must look forward
gone is the sky sheen
which fluffy icecaps poked through,
as Star has left
perhaps disgusted, since
her skin has parts textured welts
and open bruises.
reeling, ruddy trees
donate life to nearing last gasps
then draft into our crucibles of pitiful avarice
like others, windy lake is abnormally clean
filched of all of its nutrients by aliens, and
though too far,
I know her surface to be devoid
of missed voices,
through it all,
individual plethoric lights,
ignorant to it all.
What hoax? what finagling of data?
through the tears of whose petulant tantrum
does denial rear ignorance?
Contented orderly buildings
cheered vehicular waves compressing into the hub
They say I did return from the sky, but really,