First Light Machine

Texture, color, theme
Or a dream
The natural scene
On what makes, beauty –
To mean.

Unaltered mafics >>

 

Static, deposits
In thin, layered frames
Fold, into colored
Re-structured,
Dark flames.

Candor Chasma >>

 

Credit: NASA/JPL/Univ. Arizona/UChicago

Wind worn glides
Of flowing try
Turning here,
To there, a gleam –
Long since sought
To there, a stream

Sailing empty
Through wondering sky
To subtle jetties,
Of methane air –
Riding through
Till no, till there

Notions of what
Or what may why
Under the cracked,
And deepening pool –
Meandering true
So dark, and cool

A winded wrinkle
Wrankle awry
Under a surface
Of wind swept time –
Spreads, its out
As a ragged, old sign.

Riverbeds >>

 

Hat tip: Robert Lewis Stevenson “Looking-Glass River”

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Univ. of Arizona

Baskets, of ejecta
Redirect –
And ablate

A scarp, of exposure
And its strength –
To create.

Credit: NASA/JPL/University of Arizona

A streaking, path essential
Boldly shrieking, through my soul

Finds a sign of spirit
Boldly seeking –
Its sense of role.