More wonderful odes from Aeon Woodford.
Ode: To Neptune
By Aeon Woodford
The Mystic Neptune, transcendent, gives us cause
To focus out on where his sphere does spin,
Immanent, conversely, gives us pause
To meditate on treasures deep within.
Melodic harp and strings, which culminate
In crowning exaltation—mystic choir,
A tribute to thine other worldly state
That draws us always deep—yet ever higher.
The brilliant, buoyant objects of thy state
Countless fathoms ‘neath tumultuous brine
From bubble perch we bobbl’ing contemplate
Primordial ooze, distracted from thy grand design.
If this protective shell would popping, break our stance,
Then finally we’d rejoin the great expanse.
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