Interlude (redux)

It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets.

A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are pontificators…

This is an interlude apropos of nothing.

What I’m Reading:

my muse wears contact lenses,
  maybe she’ll never see
    past suburbia
      with its walled-in, half-acre privacy
        and she eats too much
          so her diaphragm is choking her
            voice and breath

— Charlie Vermont / “Poem”