astrocyclical

o my stars, be faultless
besieged, rest victims mistaken for survivors
the fires of orbits that strain to align
embers, battled outstretched flames out of habit

o god, the nebulae are rabid
the apologetic evanescence of supernovas
that let the vault slip and temperature gather
effervescent with cadence-stricken star-dead batter;
banter of the astral plane, playing planets like rain
paving new ways to explain the past
I may have overstepped my bounds, but these sounds matter
they are faster, vaster than exploring myriads of origin
their curvature crying matters, their seamless star trails follow suit
all voids looted and granted new beginnings

o my faultless stars, become ours and dream new black ends for us
loom our abysses into tapestries that wrap our knees' bruises in rich grace
soften me--
us

the world's lasting blows have narrowed their untimely embrace
closer to home in some infinite space than the soil my soul has displaced