Seeing faces in Jupiter's cloudtops is normal.
That's what Control says, anyway.
To see cloud mouths shape words,
cloud cheeks crinkle around the eyes
I shouldn't mention, something tells me.
Or that my own face is there too,
the creases, the thickening round the brow.
They've been there ever since the flare
that took Lemire by surprise.

I play his music sometimes and hate it.

by Robin Wyatt Dunn, with Perchance                             

Richard Magahiz tries to live an ordered life in harmony with all things natural and created but one that follows unexpected paths. He wrangles computers as a day job but imagines a time when life might center around other things. Richard appeared previously in Bairns 107, 109, 121, 125, 128, 136 and 143. His website is https://zeroatthebone.us/