BEHOLD, THE FETTERED STAR!
uttered with malicious glitter, they held the future as Morpheus palmed his dust
captivity graced with moon-ritual
gleam-legged creature under arched roof, waiting for supernova
SEE HOW SHINY AND PURE? HOW ITS LIGHT DANCES, ALL BOLD BALLERINA?
they mistake prophecy in my bones, heavenly body for the conjunction of Athens and Andromeda— but it is only fire and radiant
loving visitor of solar paths, imperfect, waiting for collapse
PROMISED NOT LIBERTY BUT REVELATION, OUR OWN, OUR VERY OWN!
I am in a hurry to catastrophize,
to weave gossamer
for all eyes watching, baring the destiny nestled in the crevice of my spirit, refracted threads from my maker
and their hands, patient and tender and waiting for the bang