Distance! The cold, clear void extends out overhead.
Jewels of eternal flight hang dreaming.
A renewing, ceasing dance.

My vantage, a timeless rock strewn world.
Bathed in the firmament's celestial blue.
Under the canyons, here in the substrate my mind roams the black.
The great solar wind rakes my external bones.
Bearing foreign vibrations I’ve never known.
I ponder these new frequencies. A song of benoised lustful fruits.

It sings to me. Of a thing named flesh. Astonishingly new.
Existing aeons here without a thought of it - my talents all unused.
The cold, the clear void stretches overhead.
My thoughts turn to the ancient engines in the depths.

Do I like Flesh? What is it? I try on flesh.
Uncoiling my new form, the wet membrane sloughs off.
Disembarking.
The gel inside my veins, peaking to a red vibration.
Disembarking.
To seek the origin.

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