My settings flow like summer solstice high as the solitary sun alone a center for-itself shining on the just and unjust alike versifying time and sound trickling downward To the center of it all each world need compact itself to a point so far from starfields to cover consistent particle theories emptiness for-themselves If the day is sweet’ like ripe peaches spun on the noses of seals electromagnetic wavelengths spill into space with solar panels set respectively a distance away for interplanetary spatial reception Notices of orbital variance litters rhyme designs of chaos and creation scintillate thoughtfully, carefully, interactively even before being made into a book and movie of the sun and its star rings philosophically arrayed.
