May 17
3 min read
A Decent Land — Appendix A
First Officer’s Poem
Binary sunlight creates an undulation of heat, which washes ‘cross the brush as a humid hurricane.
Our feet are bruised from days of journey, vines and snakes overhead, but the blinking motion of the dancing stars is almost too much to bear.
We have to remember, out loud sometimes, that we’re the proud progenitors of a verdant…
