I used to be the number Nine (uneven orbit, and inclined). But over time, so much had changed. To redefine, left me estranged. A core of rock, and crust of ice, crevasses deep that cut and slice. An atmosphere that comes and goes, and fields of magnets no one knows. My heart I bare for all to see, throughout the system, cosmically. But still, a planet I am not... A lonely object you forgot. Until the day a poet said, with passion, vigor, as he bled; A planet thou no longer ar

When I was just a speck of dust and floating through the verse, I dreamed that I'd become a planet, vast and more diverse. As luck would have it, there I grew— and grew, and grew, and grew— embracing all this “gravitation,” now I’m round and blue. Across my surface flows a liquid integral to life, and as it spreads it cuts through rock, and slices like a knife. It nourishes organic compounds energized by light a rather simple molecule with rather complex might. Without this l

We look up toward the heavens, and see them floating by. We have come to know them as Giants in the Sky. They mesmerize and hypnotize, and make us feel so small. But they exist within us, everyone and all. Some have come to call them gods these distant burning fires. And all our souls can be set free within these giant pyres. They have their own mythology that spans through all of time. The Alpha and Omega, and the ever-perfect Prime. It doesn’t matter what you call them or w