Day 87
Hanging off the belt of Orion,
were straggly strings of ions,
imagining what they could be,
infinite, shattering possibilities,
scattering through space like the fluff of dandelions.
Hanging off the belt of Orion,
were straggly strings of ions,
imagining what they could be,
infinite, shattering possibilities,
scattering through space like the fluff of dandelions.