a shower of little white stars flies horizontally into a bright cosmic spotlight clouds of dust and smoke and matter fog and flicker blinking and blacking out any view of the miniature planets below millions of yellow dots create formations of swirling masses that meet and watch and kiss one another lovely novas wink and die out when no one watches gridded galaxies mirror above as miniature blocks slide down curved paved paths and shooting specks of matter zip and zoom, two by two two hovering crafts blink in salutation red, white, white -- as one touches down an array of tiny white scratches stain the pristine, pitch black sky i bear witness to a host of intergalactic calamities all from the comfort of window seat, 19F |
interstellar |