Supernova

Blissfully arrayed, they sit idle in showroom grandeur akin and accustomed to the cuff the cuffs of a man respected, a man cosmic. Wondrously gilded, the aqua sea glimmers between its hands I can see the stars in its eyes a glimmer so intense, the envy of all constellations. Tastefully bedazzled, golden brims mark distinction characteristic ticks echo silently, restlessly into the void counting one, two, three, a celestial metronome. Carefully crafted, beige snake scales caress the links and mingle with my cuffs a watch from the man who watched over me.