King Tide.
Bubble of water round the world –
Pulled by Skeletal Carcass Of Theia.
Rope-a-dope orbitals,
Lucky to have her Ghost as shield.
Sea of Solitude bears scars.
Lakes of Liquid Methane,
Hydrocarbon Delights!
Everything has to start somewhere.
If not here,
Why not there?
Titan, Europa, Terra, Venus.
Breathing Sulphuric Acid.
Do the Americans spell it sulfur?
Will Kepler host our children?
Or the Eyeball Ocean,
Eternities Away.
Like Turtles,
We’ll have to bring our homes with us.
Entire Planets Monocropped In Wildflowers,
Refuges For Bees.
Spray Painted Daydreams.
King Tide.
