is it really you in those pictures there?

pluto, the tiny one far far away

in the belt of kuiper with its icy sway

methane ammonia water and more

or so we say, but do we really know?

in a place beyond planets

across the oceans of neptune

in a hope beyond horizons

orbited by five deadly moons:

the ferryman of hades, his mother nix,

two multi headed monsters and the river styx,

great stories that span more than time

when i think of you come to mind,

let pictures fly, let labels float

is that a heart, a mountain or moat

lightyears be traveled, lenses spy

stay mysterious, stay mythical, in your own sky

my cold ninth planet,

sharer of the same sun.



shots of pluto everywhere. charon too. flat two d pictutres, some manipulated, but yet a depth, a pull in them. i can’t even begin to fathom the meaning of hurtling objects in space. they fascinate me, make me forget the boundaries of time and space as we know and live it… tonight i had to write something to say hello to that spherical one. such moment in its very existence.

picture courtesy nasa.

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