Exoplanet
skies are open
the chevalier
and
his horse
are walking
and all the stars
woke up.
flying into a dance
of flames
brilliant
his arc
thouches all the clouds
in Jupiter’s head
and all those little
angels of baroque
pantings
are smilling.
the chevalier
and
his horse
are walking
and all the stars
woke up.
flying into a dance
of flames
brilliant
his arc
thouches all the clouds
in Jupiter’s head
and all those little
angels of baroque
pantings
are smilling.
