Where there is water there is life.

In deep space— that’s often a troubling thing to discover.

The wonders of the universe are not uniformly passive and safe.

Mind bending terrors live beyond the arc of long dead comets.

Trailing in their metallic tail that drifts in a lazy river of rivets.

The body falls before the mind— as the prostrate before a shrine.

Horror claims as many converts as the holy.

Who is to say they are not the same?