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Twilight on Titan as its city sleeps, Lost in the slumber of an endless age, Aeons unknowing their hibernal keep, Anaesthetized the stones of time appear Preserved, within an atmosphere Encaged on Titan, like a butterfly Trapped in the prism of a crystal shroud, Seen through a curtain of translucent sky Or, wishful frame of mind, is this mirage? 'Tis cloud beneath the photograph: Beneath the cloud on Titan twilight dances on, Flickers, a flame, a halo, haunts, Whispers to cities never there, or gone To meet a maker's myth long since disproved By sober science. Tepid truth Confronts in Titan something more than fact, Less than the fantasy of fertile guess; Mystery clings and serves to counteract Wise judgement. Though it lay a frozen waste, Nitrogenous, yet layers lace And veils invest our Titan with a hood of haze, Envelope with a mantle mist Landscapes; removed from glare of mortal gaze Who knows what wheels upon its surface turn, What arctic-carved horizons yearn For twilight's kiss? |
(1981) |
photo: NASA |
photo: Stephen Alsford |
Created: November 17, 2014. Last modified: March 23, 2015 | © Stephen Alsford |