Life On Mercury

Alien life is strange, I think people know from instinct. It is so strange,
in fact, that life could exist on the inferno, Mercury. Plasma, you know,
which surely bathes Mercury, is not that different from life. Blood
contains plasma.

Imagine the intelligent Mercurians. They love the heat, and love to cool
off a little at night. They would be made of mobile rocks, maybe, and
melted by the Solar Furnace just enough to allow the rocks mobility.

Don't turn down the oven too much on such a Mercurian. They may freeze
in temperatures that would be too hot for some of our ovens!

Of course at night on Mercury, this may happen. Maybe that is why at night,
the Mercurians just freeze, and go to sleep.

"Bard, O
Where ~ ?"
~ The Annotator

"Life On Mercury ~
Alien life is strange,

I think people know from instinct.
It is so strange,
In fact, that life could exist on The Inferno,
Mercury.

Plasma, you know,
Which surely bathes Mercury,
Is not that different from life.

Blood
Contains plasma.

Imagine the intelligent

Mercurians."
~ Max Earnest

"The Soul selects her own Society ~
Then ~ shuts the Door ~
To her divine Majority ~
Present no more ~

Unmoved ~ she notes the Chariots ~ pausing ~
At her low Gate ~
Unmoved ~ an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat ~

I've known her ~ from an ample nation ~
Choose One ~
Then ~ close the Valves of her attention ~
Like Stone ~"
~ Emily Dickinson

"Royal Who's? Who f=F4latre
A face of reddening of poker?

Madness Of ~ of the cards occupied death,
Or the cards of court advise
The play of ~

Another hand, roll the matrices for The Paradise.
I see without eyes."
~ Pinnacles

"I hear Thee,
Another's suffering, another's martyrdom,
A Language of Noble Struggle.

But I always cry out,
Breath Of ~ Of nourishment, but I always perished.
I see without eyes.

However, your
Assistance, I do you ask, seek
In the handle of hatred, how to handle difference
Differently ~ ?

I hear Thee,
Another's suffering, another's martyrdom,
A Language of Noble Struggle.

But you always cry, breath released,
Of ~ Of what nourishes, but I always perishes,
For The Feeding of Sadness, cries to laugh
With Thee ~! Try to laugh
Thee ~! Long death, the dead desire.
I see without eyes.

Our life, moreover, opposed
Knowledge ~ What, How, Which or Where ~
But I always test the breath,
Of what can perish, but always, I love.

I see without eyes."
~ Asparagus

"Are you in The Country, for The Bearing
Of a Truce, Bruce ~ ?

Do you
Read, or write of The Mnemonic Memory of Exclusion,
Because of you, or of me ~ ? Or simply
Because you search, perhaps, for The Different

Noir Sheep, or you see, do
You, without eyes,
Do you hear me, too, without ears ~ ?

O
What are years ~ ?

O
What are tears ~ ?

But I always cry,
Inhaled breath Of ~ Of a perished parish,
Ivy overgrown, thatched roof, Stratford
On Avon, but I always I see without eyes,

White chalked out,
A blizzard of sense, senses
Opened shut, lids razed, light grazed, spirit raised ...

Are you in The Country, for The Bearing
Of a Truce, Bruce ~ ?

O
What are tears
Spilled,

O
What are tears
Spilled over many years ~ ?"
~ Zoe

"Royal Who's? Who knows whose f=F4latre face
Turns red, in the sunlit splendor,
Off the Prinsengracht, whose face

Light fills Of ~ Of despite The Cards of Death,
For The Cards of The Court,

In all cases, usher, whisper a transformation, golden
Light ~ wrought, sage, aged, enraged, engaged
Thyme
Of A Golden Age ...

Guests
Advise to The Olay Of ~ Of Another's Hand,
Roll the stencils for the parades ~ !
I see without eyes ~ !"
~ Mercurian

"O
What are fears ~ ?"
~ Twittering

"O
What are fear's tears years
Spill ~ ?"
~ Mum

Twittering One wrote:
"Bard, O
Where ~ ?"
~ The Annotator

"Life On Mercury ~
Alien life is strange,

I think people know from instinct.
It is so strange,
In fact, that life could exist on The Inferno,
Mercury.

Plasma, you know,
Which surely bathes Mercury,
Is not that different from life.

Blood
Contains plasma.

Imagine the intelligent

Mercurians."
~ Max Earnest

"The Soul selects her own Society ~
Then ~ shuts the Door ~
To her divine Majority ~
Present no more ~

Unmoved ~ she notes the Chariots ~ pausing ~
At her low Gate ~
Unmoved ~ an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat ~

I've known her ~ from an ample nation ~
Choose One ~
Then ~ close the Valves of her attention ~
Like Stone ~"
~ Emily Dickinson


O Brave Mercurians on the march,
Twilight is your homeland,
Between the scorching of the Sun
And space's deathgrip chill!

Double-A

Hi Double-A as hot as Mercury is I think Venus has the hottest surface.
Bert

Hi Twitty One thing if there was life on Mercury you would here this
comand all the time." Keep moving" Bert

G=EMC^2 Glazier wrote:
Hi Double-A as hot as Mercury is I think Venus has the hottest surface.
Bert


Yes, Venus has a fairly constant surface temperature of 867 degrees
Fahrenheit.

On Mercury's sunny side it ranges from 602 F to 845 F.

Mercury has a robust 42 percent oxygen in its atmosphere, but only an
anemic 0.001 picobar barometric pressure.

Double-A