Orange Peels and Baby Stars

As I was peeling this orange it whispered an epiphany "You must first be taken apart to gain strength.. seek out the purist of storms dive into the cyclone, be cleansed be reborn." I followed the advice of the newly flayed orb and got what I asked for, Tracked down that cleansing wind, In its billion unrecognizable forms Chased a shattered constellation. On the edge of starry town. Cracked thoughts stretching out. Nibbling wildflower- gathering strength. Weaving a metal skin made of sun. Devouring the sweet winter rain... Life then began with to hum, then a roar. Soul ignited by spectacular -undefined things. Star dust of the mind, gathering clarity Now the bright fields of life flash eternally It's time to leave the old snakeskin to the weeds. A new constellation rising into the night sky, Broken hobos and coyotes dancing in delight. laughing, cascading so rich in their dreams. What name shall be given to this infant skin. This gathering of pristine baby stars?