Monday, 14 April 2025

Ganymede's Earful


Day Fourteen



From a distance, particles of rock

on crystal, tinkle-tapping

the shiinto space

like shingly signals.

Whispering. Orbiting.

Swing-harmonizing. Listen;

The bellow-swell of gravity

is churning, drawing swirls in

crème caramel, curdling the

pop-pop-pop of hydrogen and

bow-bent squeal of helium, a

leviathan revolving with a

deep shudder, rumbling the

vibrato fibre of your body.

O, Ganymede, you're listening

to bone-knotting,

magnetospheric roaring.

The sonorous cacophony

of Jupiter's eye upon you.




1 comment:

  1. Enjoyed it! It's like a deep-space symphony and so full of sound.

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