Saturday, January 28, 2006

The Crater

Oxidized methane,

frozen crystals in the airless space.

Deep within my kingdom,
the sun shall zenith,
yet we never see her.

Endless black,
increasing void,
only cold is a certainty.

Optimistic comets pass,
leaving residual warmth.

Reflecting off the walls of my crater,
on the dark side of Mars.

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