Supernova: moon dust flaws fuse with seething perfections;
incandescent strands entangle with the crescent form.
Evanescence of the celestial maiden,
an eruption of constellations trace the earth in stardust shavings.
Luminescent gowns trace our telluric mother—
swirls of fluorescent blues and patches of glossy greens.
Terrestrial life diminishes to mere sparks of their spiritual reflections.
Open eyes contain the fragments of this translucent canvas.
Wake up, wake up.
