Zenith

In luminous space unwarmed by the sun’s brilliant gaze, the electrons dance - twisting in startling directions illuminating a new light, a new form, an ideal form. Beyond comfort, beyond the realm of human worlds a stark manifest gleams of what more we have yet to become. We are but small things, but ever-reaching for the vast infinite, we become larger. We evolve. Look up, into the raging vastness above the terrifying scale of it, the comforting scale of it. Reach up, into the solar wind, burning blue, reach into the dancing electrons and let yourself be burned. Let the weak atoms incinerate and reveal the unyielding bones, the true forms; And fear not to sing them.