glass-eye, seeing
eye, showing the bee-dances of stars and
constellations. through his telescope,
the universe expands red, inhaling, knitted
gasgiant temper tantrums scatter-
plot of suns,
tetnus of a ruined nova, like a god
in immortal pain. snail mail
light -- it has taken millionsmillionsmillions^3
of years to illuminate this single, spectacled
astronomer.
half a world away, a shooting star
unzips the night
coyly.
and we point.
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