Not astrologically,
with a big red spot on me.
Lightning poised,
electrifying a black wound.

Supreme! The night crushes with
gravity...
aplomb...
and the fires of Io!

Saturn grins with its rings
and in the distance,
the gassy shores of Neptune
hum like a frozen lake.

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