The moons of a giant, billions of miles away.
Circling the planet are many moons under the pull of its atmosphere from the sun
Orbiting are the moons,
Too much pressure built the planet,
its frictions collapsing on itself,
Its creation from pressures along with the in ability to make fusion.
From the center of the solar system to a planet within the universe. Under too much pressure and collapsing in a need to move forward its position in the solar system
Decadent comets fly over and, determined by its energy field; dissolve or indulge themselves within itself.
They absorb each other.
Friction causes atmospheric pressures, weather shifts, and creates storms.
Some storms within storms.
A gaseous giant in a vast presence of pressures and pulls. Meanwhile; so pressured its own crushing atmosphere n its own space,
Hectic storms rage around it, hectic passive outrage, hectic inner peace clashing with desire, enchanted by love, denying anger. Resolve becoming known enough to see and feel, yet innately.
If not aligned upon, friction denies and incurs more friction, sweeping more elements in and changing weather in its space and time continuum.
The more elements, a storm grows stronger and faster, and resolve eventually slips away, the magnetosphere ejecting energy into surrounding space.
Changes happening so fast it’s as if it’s frozen in time, yet in time, it’s forming a series of changes that climate the rest of the moons it pull.
In its own space, it holds and cycles energy, constantly changing under and into optimal pressures, withstanding yet not overwhelmed by pressure.
It encircles the system and juts out some of its flaws to parts of Saturns rings
So many moons, such a big planet, such space.
