The Rocket
Sparks of plasmic particles
Spiral through lines of force.,
Following paths laid by power
For them to dive headlong
From the maelstrom of the fire.
Out they dance, one upon one,
Crowding together to escape the fire,
As the engine roars to life,
Then casts us into the crystal pattern
That forms the black and sunlit spaces
That haunt the deep outside.
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