Atop abyss of black beneath,
In grainy light, green, shiny, bright,
A tower of glass stands.
A watcher casual behelds
Of white octopus raised hands
Within a cube of the glass.
It looks like coil of Tesla,
Of tower the shape, at least;
Nothing like that on Terra
I have ever seen before,
Though a nice solar tower
Could be made of the flower
Which was of artist feast.