...tasting much sweeter than sour things (ta da ta da)

This is the 5th part of a 9 part series for 10th Daughter of Memory.

Funny head hand, bad hair day;
an offhand progeny.
Ten more years, maybe, before the uberstorms.
The strongest lightening strikes and the poles beckon
us with a purpose;
they intensify every century and
our powers escalate.
We gather inside the white eyes
marshaling strength
coordinating in the stagnant currents
our mind vortici.
Nameless, more arrive, traversing
the troposphere, plodding heavy; our
eyes long ago burned out of memory
between the zones and belts we move.
Desires, away, a taste of honey...
From afar one perceives;
a breakthrough, a thought, a merging
meld of mind putty,
a name
and i/we take it for our own.
...a taste of honey.
The haze and stringent buffeting
upwelling
ammonia ice stinging chaffing burning
and now we have a name
borrowed from away
from a world that shifts lazily between
this Dante's scourge and a vibrant blue
never imagined.
...There lingers still, 'though we're far apart...
And something fluffy
that doesn't torture with methane
and hydrogen sulfide.
Odd organisms giving taking
overloading our deprived senses with
depravity and gluttony, wild ravenous,
appetites dis-functionally dangerous
swiftly striving toward gross mass extinction
implosion of a trillion suns.
Deserving of this, we wonder,
who is better suited?
What is paradise?
Nothing in this universe can compete
with the minds of us tortured souls
wandering melding transmitting

receiving. Ta da ta da.

*from 'a taste of honey'