Pitchblende Sheperdess
The veil, perpetual; the clouds on the slopes Despite this impairment, your image transmits Relationships at work, the rendezvous soon The robot I sent for you searches and continues The shepherdess from Maat Mons, in her sunday finery The tortured surface, the weathered surface Like an active volcano five miles high The shepherdess from Maat Mons, in her sunday finery