Mars: The Blue Planet
That moment of discomfort
when the existence of blue blood,
red skin, and braising dust isn’t
far away, as the next universe.
Games of a child, innocence, bug-eyed
and largely beyond coronal ejections,
realities in stony streambeds
of red sand and erosion beyond wind.
What a thought, to think, worlds
of blue and cool tendrils gone.
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