a missive from the NASS Plankton

 

the trees burn silver
drip with a kind of cyanide droppings
the horizon bends into a half moon
on an otherwise dry landscape your
Sand-Asp RovR is overpowered for this atmos and grav
the orb craft is sight signaling again
and lay against a star bulb tree, fix
your O gear for stasis
all your vit-dials reading at fifty
which you’re taught at the Universe University that if
if
if that happens that all your v-dials are all at half crack you
even if you can’t make out the full brown of it are
knee deep in astro excrement