You can hear the bones humming

[sovay]

How did we know we were human? We made music and devoured our own. The juniper tree's roots run deep. I am waiting for the flute that, blown, cries out in the voice of an ancient child.

There is salt on Enceladus.

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Call me Alph

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

This is a deep triad. Enceladus's salty trail to "watery underground caverns"; man's measures and pleasure domes; and what in man is measureless.

[sovay]

Enceladus's salty trail to "watery underground caverns"; man's measures and pleasure domes; and what in man is measureless.

I want to write it a poem, but I'm not sure I'm up to it: I think I might need to be a shaman and an astronomer from the future.