Supernova

Distilled concourse, the black sheep of space itself...

pinpricked with breathing holes that burst light.

Everything lives inside its head...stars star as proof

positive of other mental work.

Serenade their indelible station with great learning--

unapproachable subtlety.

Victors of the immaterial thumbtacking greyest matter.

Unshaken eyes cast for vigil...voids swath and drown

in trying to connect them.

Imagine your reverent lay beneath stars...suddenly

they all bud heads in the thick of night, years of daylight

would shower upon your eyes in an instant.

Beam up an effigy of your earthly lay--encase you in

the experimental color coarsing a bubble greater than

a galaxy.

A supernova sure of the grand display of creation's

innards.

Konstantinos Mark