I Dream of Rings
of gold, blazing
atmospheric anomalies calling
me. Saturn’s embrace,
waiting to welcome me to their fold.
There I dance, uninhibited
by the laws of physics, and therefore,
the physical necessities of life support.
I am my own
momentarily alien self, skimming
solar systems with a flip
of my hair . . . Flash forward
fifty light years. I
am queen
of a recently discovered star,
a purple-skinned princess
touched by a sun
on both shoulders, breathing
fire to keep the scales
of my settlement’s sentient beings warm.
(https://www.aphelion-webzine.com/)
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