quaking egos squall

Luminous within the Light-Year

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

I confound glowing snatches beyond the
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”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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