• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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The lake is as still as Worldsend,
the islet where the hermit lives a moored ship
against the eerie light from the surface
which is not just beyond the corridor
as it appears, but a thousand miles above:
the filtered reflected light from Jupiter’s atmosphere
a mockery of what we destroyed.

It took a century to build this model
Which resembles Canada more than my native home,
but it’s alive
as am I,
my family,
and the believers who came with us to Europa.