• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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A Jovian on a Journey

a Jovian on a Journey
once traveled through a dark black hole
to pierce blue skies in September
landing somewhere near the North Pole.

Bees, flies, butterflies, a carrot
and a wise man's discoloured Soul:
these were his treasured souvenirs,
kept safe in a closed crystal bowl.

I saw him on a Starry Night,
standing in a Van Gogh-like field:
his deep blue eyes sparked of insight
like a Knight in a knitted shield!

then Space warped under Gravity
to open a glowing red eye –
I smiled at my reality
as the Jovian waved goodbye!