Saturday's Transcription

by Xenos , Shores of Time, Saturday, February 16, 2013, 15:16 (4304 days ago) @ breitzen

You have been pushed to this place, for a reason.

A cold giant shows its night face to you. Distant
moons slide past; icy little comets enslaved by a
splendid master.

The lightning bolts and high clouds are swept
away, and then you burrow into a sea of liquid
hydrogen that boils out of the long gash.

You put yourself on the perfect trajectory, and
for a fraction of an instant you allow yourself
the luxury of confidence. Eyes that never close
gaze everywhere and at everything. You see
them in their hiding places.

And they can see you, too.