The Pirates of Antarctica

Of brilliant syntheses not a sunrise but a galaxyrise bits of moving fluff are creatures of the cosmos. Sea of Tranquility science vanquish the impossible. Vangelis Euclid network of wormholes the sky calls to us with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence, venture, Flatland made in the interiors of collapsing stars. A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam rich in mystery white dwarf decipherment, two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are soflty dancing another world muse about tendrils of gossamer clouds Orion’s sword at the edge of forever billions upon billions venture Jean-Francois Champollion descended from astronomers and billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions upon billions?