Winter Solstice Bay of Pearls
Who's afraid of the universe?
It's midnight on the red desert. Clouds sail over the surface and winds sweer across the arid land. The temperature has dropped to 80 C.
The Milky Way is close and the sirens are singing. I am not small, I feel the sphere. I tremble before the cosmos, no more than a fish trembles before the tides.
Who's afraid of the universe?
It's midnight on the red desert. Clouds sail over the surface and winds sweer across the arid land. The temperature has dropped to 80 C.
The Milky Way is close and the sirens are singing. I am not small, I feel the sphere. I tremble before the cosmos, no more than a fish trembles before the tides.
