Titan Landing
The joy, that something breaking
on shores and flowing toward them isn't
water, in cold deeper
than where the devil gnaws; that there are even
rocks that aren't rocks but a
precipitate … Which
is the parody? Most of the universe
is death: death stuff, death strength –
death life? Perhaps the nebulae
are script, novae witticisms
the silent dark applauds. A Vegas-pink
sunset, prolonged and sky-filling, also
made the local news, and in my dream
improbable gnarled beings brought
gifts, then attended
worshipfully a small cold king.
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