Oliver Cotran // XEN

A ray shines ‘cross the vacuum

The mass spins through a rolling cloud

Unseen by any whose earthly hooves

Might trespass through that ageless world.


Six islands float in the void

Alit by the luster of space

Far below the land looks brown and warm

And the violet mist its contour shapes.


When seen from a moon above

The planet’s face is plain and bare

Hiding the wonders that lie within

The verdure rich, and creatures rare.


The night is cool upon that rock

Which twirls above a lofty arm

Stretching toward the watcher who is

Frozen in the endless storm.