We're brushing fingers
through a sea of ammonia clouds
and cradling the sparks of fuscia light.
Overhead, the vortices remain unbowed
as we fall into the Jovian night.

We're swimming in Olympian expanse -
a world unknown to reality
but as the hydrogen pulls my hands
I find myself teetering
on the tightrope of sanity.

We're dust in the storm,
specters lost in the stirring,
and what remains of life
appears to be blurring.



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