In
cosmic
wilderness
icy rings swirl
with frozen rock dust
in thin ribbons on flight
in solar system unique,
around the sleeping Saturn far,
as it’s leftover wandering waste,
making the breathtaking celestial rinks
where I as cosmonaut shall one day glide,
skate upon the congealed space tracks vast
in freedom of weightless milieu,
whirl charmed in galactic glow.
As the stardust swathes me
I’ll take spiral turns,
primal silence
will flood...
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