A Planet unmotivated violence or violence without vile viscious - Venus winds thousands of kilometer per second rains burn rock tears the landscape without terror trauma of loss poison clouds treat atmosphere as travellers treat their inn indifferent breaths (of indifferent Gods ) spin the planet a lump incestuous storms occasionally making sense when faces are imposed on radar photographs we see with streaks of familiarity here on Earth a friend s arm cuts chaotic intersections slices life (the unpredictable blister) to bleed not burst between rush hour s crashing shoulders (besides other irregularities i m sure are present here I do know that the winds on the surface of Venus are quite gentle but miles above it is hell bad poetic license i cry may hopefully defend me)