- Vol. 08
- Chapter 05
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,
and the believers who came with us to Europa.