Perijove

October 27th, 2019 § 0 comments

Credit: NASA / JPL-Caltech / SwRI / MSSS / Gerald Eichstädt / Alexis Tranchandon / Solaris

It came and roared from the deepest sky
From afar, and a shaken still;
Then cracked and shook and thundered by
And bent us, to its, will.

It framed its times of night and day
With a sky all cloaked with haze;
And carried its sound of deafening peace
Then buried it, in its maze.

It hid its pain in its folds of rain,
When sudden, it showed its glare;
Then plunged its pressured, timeless face
Within its spiraled, pure colored air.

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Hat Tip: “The Thunderstorm” by Anonymous

 

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