Dreams by the Dead Seas of Mars

“Monsters, John!  Monsters from the Id!” —Lt.  ‘Doc’ Ostrow, Forbidden Planet

 

My dreams are dreams of an unbearable heat, forged in the arid and attenuated atmosphere of Mars and tempered in the deep recesses of Olympos Mons—a place where old minds give birth to old patterns of an alien logic—where strange thoughts rise from red dust and move with the deliberate grace of a Martian tripod—where Fear and Terror and the heat ray, coolly wielded by ironclad minds, stalk the dead of night.

 

Originally composed 2005.  ©Kent Gutschke.  All rights reserved.

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