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.