The Red Square Nebula

The word of anger spoken by the square mouth of the dark, an interstellar swear, addressed to who knows whom. A scarlet curse, a four-horned furiousness, which in the journal kept by the apathetic universe looks like an inner breakup, an external candescent flash of light, a red-hot dozen of exclamation points, commas, dots around the supernova which still doesn’t turn into a white dwarf. The terawatts of wrath!.. I wonder what incited your square rage, oh, darkness, in the days of yore. 28.05.2019 Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest Sponsored by: William Kekaula #7 The Red Square