No planet, no axis

I’ve seen it at its center,

I’ve seen its glass skin fall down.

Following gold hoops around,

It was steam, for air would enter

 

Not through its face,

It had no neck,

It was bare, still…

 

Filled with crosses and snow mountains,

Tied up heavy in its middle

No gold hoops, for it had little,

Slender hands.

 

On its chest, it bore a star,

Falling down from empty shoulders.

How peculiar, man ponders,

Creature, evolutionary far.