Cloudspeak: A Gaian sun-dialect

Mark Heyer
Dec 15, 2020


Boquete, Panama ©2020 Mark Heyer

“I am a god and I am not a god. Either way, you are my creatures. I keep you alive.

Inside I am hot beyond all telling, and yet my outside is even hotter. At my touch you burn, though I spin outside the sky. As I breathe my big slow breaths, you freeze and burn, freeze and burn.

Someday I will eat you. For now, I feed you. Beware my regard. Never look at me.”

Robinson, Kim Stanley. The Ministry for the Future (p. 14). Orbit. Kindle Edition.