Looking Glass


Descending slow through the chemical haze
Engines hum in a hollow phase
Static burns on the hull as I fall
Gravity bends to a silent call

Orange weather, storm of fire
Burning skies in strange attire
Through the vacuum, pathways shine
Zeta blood, the stars align

Solar winds carve the atmosphere thin
Dust storms glow as the docking begins
Oceans of rust, horizons that weep
Fragments of time in an endless deep

Orange weather, storm of fire
Burning skies in strange attire
Through the vacuum, pathways shine
Zeta blood, the stars align

Docking sequence calibrated
Atmosphere density: unstable
The orbit fractures
And I fracture with it

Orange weather, veil of flame
Nothing here remains the same
Through the static, signals call
I am no one, I am all.

Fading into a cold, spacey drone the voice repeats, distant, metallic
Orange weather… Orange weather


Private Hell

Alice In Chains