broadcasting impulses from a debris field

old version here

Surface and core are not exactly opposites, but kin. One lures the other and they both engage in this ordinary interrelation, difficult but well known by all that exists.

On the surface ideas bloom, but one lonely king feels the need to dive into the nucleus. Is he going there because it is uncertain what he will find or does he know exactly where he is going?

There’s also a home now, yet up in the heavens the language spoken by those who look down may not be as kind as one might need.