The Aduna

It spins in the sky beyond the air we breath. We see it in the night sky as it makes up the earth and the moon and thousands of other celstial bodies in the solar system.

We have culculated the power of the aduna ability to wobble suns, quasars, and supernovas far beyond our solar system.

We walk on the aduna our bodies come from. And now we dance with our feet kicking up the surface of the aduna in places far beyond the gravity of the Earth, and the aduna of Mother Senegal.

The bloodline of the magic fingure tips slapping out a way for us to throw a spear in something we loosely call air, both unbreathable to us and the plants the dance tells a story of the undiscovered "US" pretending to pick.

This far away the Earth seems more one, and the aduna in the cercomventing endless void as remote as a peable at the top of an ocean, and as endless as eternity.

The magic discovered in the science of home is still with us, extending as a reaching fabirc of the universe machines jump across great voids in to find little pockets big enough to hold us inside.

And the magic is here in the way only we know, as it has always been. Perhaps not waiting, but still here and with us in the extra aduna.

But this place is not in the lineage of the Sun.

But still it is my place in the cool warmth of its five distant and distinctive suns.

This aduna number seventeen of sixty satilites to three gavity bound gas giants who dance with each other exchanging satilites like dancers exchangin partners in a stageshow. There is no place like that I have seen in all my travels

The sky is a rainbow of gases changing color all the time. Its hard to predict what a year is here.

This place facinates me.

This place called New Senagal.