Elegy for Gibarian

In that blazing corona,
Where in binary orbit hangs
The searing, silent essence
Of an alien Nirvana,
I find both peace and utter terror
Wrapped in charged-particle clouds
That swirl like a thousand
Lavender scarves.

Yet even when the gravity wells
Flex and yawn, and the
Plasma oceans flare to coral,
I will stare upon those endless
Humming waves, and know
That we have both been
Irreversibly changed,
Though how exactly, none will ever know.


--Milo David Freeman, 03/28/2006.