There was a steady droning in the sky
The horizon dimmed by a vast tower of cloud
orange and red swirled together, flashes of lightning
outlining lumbering sailors in the haze
racing through was a silver pill
heated and glowing
before a strange umbrella unfolded to slow it
and appendages emerged to taste the sea of gas
it was passing so close to those who float
millions of tons of methane languorously consumed
by beasts that had never heard of solid ground
who could never imagine gravity pulling
ponderous flesh down
or how fear could flood their brains over falling
just a few feet from above
they copulate and recreate and exist
in typhoons the size of cities
and pray to moons suspended in endless blue skies
watching them like titanic cat’s eyes
the little silver pill fell forever
and they never saw one again. 
The Numinous Cosmos 