T H E M U J A N D S Y S T E M
THE ASTROPHYSICAL TEMPERAMENT OF PLANETS
A Four Part Saga
A Four Part Saga
Part Four - Interviews With Planets
i ~ Effort Bereavement
The planets were tranquil and resting one day or year.
What measurement of time they used isn’t exactly clear.
Effort Bereavement was a young world of rock, struggle and dust.
He looked to the cold vastness of space and was glad for the rest.
“I seem to remember, give or take a few billion blinks of my brow,
that existence was ruddy and sanguine and more hopeful than now.
This vacuum of black and its infinite there and incipient here
has me dithering all bleakly and I am encrusted with fear.
I spin and I orbit in a mathematical dance with my friends
but life still eludes my rocks and deserts and fiery split ends.”
ii ~ Tetchy Rime
Alone and lucent in the system’s starry region was Tetchy Rime.
His was the world of zero below and ice shavings of cold sublime.
Below unmoving skin were the melted waters of a subterranean life.
Tetchy kept at a wintery distance from all others and especially his wife.
“Why do they come near; why this collective warm charade?
I only have the cold distance those icy rings have made.
Come out and share and give us your heart and cool thoughts.
Come out and talk they say, and give us more of you and lots.
Keep them at a distance where their heat won’t thaw out my sphere.
My ex-wife and her friends need not frolic or flounce or come near.”
iii ~ Blissdane Naive
Not far from Tetchy was a meaty planet named Blissdane Naive.
She was a stunning sphere of oceans, mountains and deep greenish leave.
Her tilt and orbit were such that it endowed her with life-pools of matter.
She’d gaze to the future of space and laugh, which just made her fatter.
“I think I’ll like this spot of rest although I’m not quite sure.
I just know that I am happy and that my foundation is pure.
I lurch at this dubious gravity and its pull to some fractious end;
or to a beginning, middle, black hole or pandemonium bend.
So why question gray when the blue of my seas have much to esteem,
and big life wantonly sleeps on my luscious green hills to dream.”
iv ~ Firebrina i-i
Opposite Naive on the orbital border was a fiery globe named Firebrina i-i.
Hotter than a firing meteorite entering the stage to break a leg or die.
Commanding the attention, the hot lights and the accolades of a star,
but not quite reaching the spectra of blue, white or the giants of red by far.
“Look my way and observe what luminosity my celebrity brings.
This region of my profile shows best and creates serious codings.
They loved what I was wearing down at the Auroras Awards Gala.
And my globe is splendid and in a fine shape and never to fear nova.
And darling, I can see your jealous glower as the star sets for sleep.
I require rest now and ask that you let my oceans calm and tides neap.
v ~ Auspicious Fortuna 7.8
Farther out on the ring of cold space was Auspicious Fortuna 7.8.
He was a large luckful planet ruling the system with all of his weight.
Coolly swallowing debris, furry and pulverized misfortunes of the weak.
He shrugged while his belly was sated with wastings from the feeble meek.
“I’m sure there is need for rest from all other planets on fire or on ice.
But I am a fortunate go-lucky who is not lacking the charming dice.
Whether they friends or they foe they come haplessly to their dyings.
They meet their vacuous demise spelled by the magnetic and gaseous sirens.
I scope and I see the frenzied expanding; the dusts and sparkles speeding.
Yet all of this death, destruction and un-birth has not left me needing.”
vi ~ Applious Gostay
In the blackest region and sweep of the system hid the metallic Applious Gostay.
He spun on his axis at such slow rate that his nights would wait years to meet day.
Paranoia of losing his wealth would fill his sphere in midst of dreary contemplate.
He placed orchards of satellite upon his reverse to show all his reary expostulate.
“Did you hear that; did it make you jump and take cover or shields?
Oh, how they graph strategy while I sleep within my gold ingot fields.
Anticipating all the connivers licking their avarice, I trust not one.
Feeble and weakened they think me but I am sleeving my aggression.
Ichpee Cipher222 can avow to my truthings if remunerated adequately.
But even she has a sly etching within her belly of darkened unclear sea.”
vii ~ Ichpee Cipher222
Within reach of Applious and his guarded bank and slow darkened secure,
was Ichpee Cipher222 the feeliest of sneaks and grabbiest of that from Peter.
With boiled lakes and seas of scalding, her sweat dripped easy over mountains.
Tricking unsuspecting foolish orbs into coins that found her gushing fountains.
“What enticement; what disburse, trade or lobby for my ballot is in play?
I honor all forms of funds be they commodities or intrinsic metals from Gostay.
Give me sparkled cuts of blackened lumps for ringlets on ears and finglets.
Shower me with certificates in colorful image with sequenced printed assets.
And don’t forget my who’s who ring of names I keep within chronicled d’jours.
Shudder and shiver you postulate, perhaps the name within could be yours.”
viii - Dahdaydee Fremapae G.
So far and getting farther from the core of the gravital mass of planets,
is Dahdaydee Fremapae G. and her lonely musings and observing vignettes.
Ensuring solitude with gassings most bellicose, comatose, rancid and low,
she excuses her flatulence by assigning the guilt on her little moon, Fido.
“What, was that me or a passing asteroid ripping the black space?
These pranks the others perpetrate are such an inane, childish disgrace.
The cracks on my crust are spewing gasses in a concerto-like song.
It’s not like I delight in this grandiloquent banging of my gong.
It is a lonely me in this harrowing nothing spinning in the nil.
Just Fido and I out for a walk through this soupy metallic still.”
ix - Ronomic Tusko
And still, double away with the massive girth of a mighty whale,
is Ronomic Tusko with all his intense gravity tipping the time scale.
Gassier than Dahdaydee but with a more silent mortiferous sonancy,
the sleeping giant keeps his neighborhood cleared with a sharp peccancy.
“I run the outer rim of this astral system alone with my contemplation.
They think I am too outer world to hear their insipid whiny indigestion.
I’ve long been the planet of solitude with no one near to hear my heart.
The planet of nothing and yet something, maybe something does start.
I would like to believe perhaps I am not alone in this dark outer horror.
That abreast within the black shadowy aught hides a veiled provocateur.
NOT THE END. . .
i ~ Effort Bereavement
The planets were tranquil and resting one day or year.
What measurement of time they used isn’t exactly clear.
Effort Bereavement was a young world of rock, struggle and dust.
He looked to the cold vastness of space and was glad for the rest.
“I seem to remember, give or take a few billion blinks of my brow,
that existence was ruddy and sanguine and more hopeful than now.
This vacuum of black and its infinite there and incipient here
has me dithering all bleakly and I am encrusted with fear.
I spin and I orbit in a mathematical dance with my friends
but life still eludes my rocks and deserts and fiery split ends.”
ii ~ Tetchy Rime
Alone and lucent in the system’s starry region was Tetchy Rime.
His was the world of zero below and ice shavings of cold sublime.
Below unmoving skin were the melted waters of a subterranean life.
Tetchy kept at a wintery distance from all others and especially his wife.
“Why do they come near; why this collective warm charade?
I only have the cold distance those icy rings have made.
Come out and share and give us your heart and cool thoughts.
Come out and talk they say, and give us more of you and lots.
Keep them at a distance where their heat won’t thaw out my sphere.
My ex-wife and her friends need not frolic or flounce or come near.”
iii ~ Blissdane Naive
Not far from Tetchy was a meaty planet named Blissdane Naive.
She was a stunning sphere of oceans, mountains and deep greenish leave.
Her tilt and orbit were such that it endowed her with life-pools of matter.
She’d gaze to the future of space and laugh, which just made her fatter.
“I think I’ll like this spot of rest although I’m not quite sure.
I just know that I am happy and that my foundation is pure.
I lurch at this dubious gravity and its pull to some fractious end;
or to a beginning, middle, black hole or pandemonium bend.
So why question gray when the blue of my seas have much to esteem,
and big life wantonly sleeps on my luscious green hills to dream.”
iv ~ Firebrina i-i
Opposite Naive on the orbital border was a fiery globe named Firebrina i-i.
Hotter than a firing meteorite entering the stage to break a leg or die.
Commanding the attention, the hot lights and the accolades of a star,
but not quite reaching the spectra of blue, white or the giants of red by far.
“Look my way and observe what luminosity my celebrity brings.
This region of my profile shows best and creates serious codings.
They loved what I was wearing down at the Auroras Awards Gala.
And my globe is splendid and in a fine shape and never to fear nova.
And darling, I can see your jealous glower as the star sets for sleep.
I require rest now and ask that you let my oceans calm and tides neap.
v ~ Auspicious Fortuna 7.8
Farther out on the ring of cold space was Auspicious Fortuna 7.8.
He was a large luckful planet ruling the system with all of his weight.
Coolly swallowing debris, furry and pulverized misfortunes of the weak.
He shrugged while his belly was sated with wastings from the feeble meek.
“I’m sure there is need for rest from all other planets on fire or on ice.
But I am a fortunate go-lucky who is not lacking the charming dice.
Whether they friends or they foe they come haplessly to their dyings.
They meet their vacuous demise spelled by the magnetic and gaseous sirens.
I scope and I see the frenzied expanding; the dusts and sparkles speeding.
Yet all of this death, destruction and un-birth has not left me needing.”
vi ~ Applious Gostay
In the blackest region and sweep of the system hid the metallic Applious Gostay.
He spun on his axis at such slow rate that his nights would wait years to meet day.
Paranoia of losing his wealth would fill his sphere in midst of dreary contemplate.
He placed orchards of satellite upon his reverse to show all his reary expostulate.
“Did you hear that; did it make you jump and take cover or shields?
Oh, how they graph strategy while I sleep within my gold ingot fields.
Anticipating all the connivers licking their avarice, I trust not one.
Feeble and weakened they think me but I am sleeving my aggression.
Ichpee Cipher222 can avow to my truthings if remunerated adequately.
But even she has a sly etching within her belly of darkened unclear sea.”
vii ~ Ichpee Cipher222
Within reach of Applious and his guarded bank and slow darkened secure,
was Ichpee Cipher222 the feeliest of sneaks and grabbiest of that from Peter.
With boiled lakes and seas of scalding, her sweat dripped easy over mountains.
Tricking unsuspecting foolish orbs into coins that found her gushing fountains.
“What enticement; what disburse, trade or lobby for my ballot is in play?
I honor all forms of funds be they commodities or intrinsic metals from Gostay.
Give me sparkled cuts of blackened lumps for ringlets on ears and finglets.
Shower me with certificates in colorful image with sequenced printed assets.
And don’t forget my who’s who ring of names I keep within chronicled d’jours.
Shudder and shiver you postulate, perhaps the name within could be yours.”
viii - Dahdaydee Fremapae G.
So far and getting farther from the core of the gravital mass of planets,
is Dahdaydee Fremapae G. and her lonely musings and observing vignettes.
Ensuring solitude with gassings most bellicose, comatose, rancid and low,
she excuses her flatulence by assigning the guilt on her little moon, Fido.
“What, was that me or a passing asteroid ripping the black space?
These pranks the others perpetrate are such an inane, childish disgrace.
The cracks on my crust are spewing gasses in a concerto-like song.
It’s not like I delight in this grandiloquent banging of my gong.
It is a lonely me in this harrowing nothing spinning in the nil.
Just Fido and I out for a walk through this soupy metallic still.”
ix - Ronomic Tusko
And still, double away with the massive girth of a mighty whale,
is Ronomic Tusko with all his intense gravity tipping the time scale.
Gassier than Dahdaydee but with a more silent mortiferous sonancy,
the sleeping giant keeps his neighborhood cleared with a sharp peccancy.
“I run the outer rim of this astral system alone with my contemplation.
They think I am too outer world to hear their insipid whiny indigestion.
I’ve long been the planet of solitude with no one near to hear my heart.
The planet of nothing and yet something, maybe something does start.
I would like to believe perhaps I am not alone in this dark outer horror.
That abreast within the black shadowy aught hides a veiled provocateur.
NOT THE END. . .
