Big Bang Theory of Merope's Nebula

Shimmering over a glassy sea, a moonlight carpet beams. My walkway high to a starlit sky of memories from my dreams. There mighty Taurus, rip-snortin’ bull, lowers his horns for battle. Naked on his shoulders Seven Sisters ride side-saddle. Dazzling diamonds, blue-white ice, blazing through nebulosity. Merope mocked and mooned me twice, twerking with faux ferocity. “Begone now, mortal, from my sight, who dares defile the very night. Look down upon the moonlit glade, bear witness to the mayhem made.” Agape, the Pleiad sisters wailed while yonder Cetus spouted. “The culprit must be caught and jailed,” the rueful Virgo shouted. The heavens heaved, so much offended, torn fabric of time could not be mended. Then darkness fell like a clap of thunder, were it not for Einstein’s Biggest Blunder, the Universe was blown asunder. Who once wrote “God plays not with dice,” had not known anything of such vice, said: “Reading erotic poetry can’t compete with cosmic knowitry.” Submitted: 6/2/2019