Vantage from Tallon IV

Departing the orbiting Frigate Orpheon with much haste and fervor,
dispossessed and weary
Incredulous, precarious
I am boarding my means of separation
We’re worlds away and I cannot fathom the distance nor displacement in my
absence
I give chase thought sworn I never would again, but this is change
Brace for impact
After gathering thoughts and breath, I disembark
No degree of inhalation could have readied me
Vines reaching as far as the eye can see
Vegetation, bulbous and tempting
At the sight, I do salivate but I do not dare indulge
Trees gnarled in an elaborate conglomerate of tangled organic wonder
Doors, hexagonal
Ushered forth by bioluminescent spores in my descent
Into cavernous peril
Exotic foliage upturned by the onset of an ever-lingering humidity
Evoking the thought of an open hand
Here is mine
I endure where you could not
Assuming the form of spiderball
Revitalize and resuscitate
A biome in my palm
Reclaiming the varia
Among the artifacts
Collected in reservoirs
The blue toxin, nil
Remember me as I am now
Prime