At the edge of space there is a star
The aliens called it Talamar
In its’ orbit seven moons
Float in silence like balloons
Though each the seven do differ
On only one does life occur
A one that holds an atmosphere
Supporting trees and birds and deer
From far and wide the travelers come
To see this moon and alien sun
Snapping holographic rays
While locked in orbit several days
Some do after breaking free
Reverse their holographs to see
Continental interaction
The oceans are a big attraction
Traveling families shoot to space
Comes another to replace
Keeping equilibrium
Talamar continuum
Where the ancients once did dwell
Talamar became a hell
Not for evil but for heat
Stars were never meant for feet
Simple atoms were ignited
Got the solar ball excited
Talamar exported winds
Warmth provided, life begins
Do come see us by the by
Hubble quadrant, western sky
Quite a fascinating place
Talamar, on the edge of space
joey racano
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