Thirty rings of Saturn
Deceptive intrigues of pain, that pierce into new philosophies.
Thirteen splits of mind, pieces of thought, broken irreparable realities, born of each
other in the destruction past comets.
The broken pieces, the broken love, the broken dreams, the broken people, the broken pride, the forsaken,the forgotten, the misled, the broken prides, the broken spirits, the broken deaths.
Their facets of being gone, broken in shards to crack into themselves, like a books to a reader, watcher of movie from writing of one.
Passing their pain and passing it back into the field of new pains recognized, and organizing those broken good few back out to space.
The rings of ice protected and the magnetic field: giving the sight a devoid beauty such as a Buddha, such as a sight of intrigue in the night.
It in gaseous gaiety it’s recognition, is intrigue. Its abstractions extrapolated.
The sights deceiving, and known beauty becomes tragic reality.
Shattered pasts to enter new realms.
Seen through its misgivings, the space debris returns to galactic energy, and becomes change close to the biggest star in solar system.
Each moon orbiting itself,
reflecting its quality of people within. The misguided energy clashes into itself as shows to all morality in its rings, exemplary of an imprisoned history and returns every back to try and change again.
Resolve comes from within to out.
