Elegant traceries of the far spheres

Orbit gently throughout soft black.

A violet band opens clearly on the horizon

To look closely through eyes bright and long.

Take solace in fear, hoping power

Shapes fortunate in the far sky.

At night, plunging deeply beyond

Vivid, chromatic sanctuary, the stars

Dust brightly my eyes, my chest,

Beating heart bearing the ends

Of all things, both ecstatic and suffering.

Evening evokes the eternal solitude

Of long light at the moment of perception.

The feathers of ritual, white, perpetual,

Rippling on the brows of dancing figures,

Take torturous turnings and visual burnings-

Fire, livid, seminal, beatific to

The core of fear, tastes slowly

A finely laid, consumable perfection.