Cosmic Impressions
I shall forever remain
a night’s celestial pilgrim
meandering beneath
the skyscape’s towering dome --
And along the cobblestone
of luminous runways,
jewels of flamed beamers seem to flick
beyond earth’s tableau as the grandeur
from anonymous stars explode,
That I imagine Orion’s groove
whirling around a trillion cosmic moons—
nameless yet ascertained...
for some percieved reason, each nova
circles on its own orbital zone
pulsing then ebbing through my
enigmatic impression ... until
I am devoured by each shimmer,
each odyssey, each dancelight--
making my quill’s ink curdle again.
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 8/22/2020
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