Luminous within the Light-Year

It’s so luminous within the light-year—
All is colorful behind time.

I confound glowing snatches beyond the
godstars
It’s full of stars!
A queue of light fleeing.

Quaking behind the seals
We sentry glittering portholes.
Behold, the blackstar is no more.

It’s so luminous within the light-year.
We, quaking egos squall before the event horizon.

Diadems of light disappear & come again—
Shrouded ecliptics an orbit away.

The treachery
of not having words—
not knowing how.

What I’m Reading:

“… the job of a poet is to explore black holes in the psyche.”

— Sandra Cisneros / Lit Hub’s “The Craft of Writing”