Planets are cold syrup thick in the night frosts rime over worlds held near absolute zero like aloof beacons screeching to never land just beyond sight cold dreams dormant through time sweet with possibilities of life being fun Everything said through electrons dots with quark dashes of interval rhythms scaling up ladders to nowhere bricks in the xy axis feat rational number infinities quick phenomenal moments meaning things like shadows of great volcanic slopes changed while the planet rotated round concatenated candy moved with sound time plus one had begun.
