White (K)Nights

Standing at the edge of the timeless precipice Santori

Below, a grisly golden pool. Laughter resounds and

Gravity the Seducer

extends his arm to the horizon.

Venusians bloom and Hyperion

rumbles below Newton's cenotaph.

More pastel the sky, more golden the stars,

and Gravity the Seducer

plays sweetly the static hum

that drives the will to jump.