Burning dust, a fixed fierce eye
storms in the sky
bouncing from cloud to cloud,
a bright silver dip, fire-tipped
among the mist of May.
Eyes milky-drunk agape, dizzy
by such dazzling burst,
dreams flare under the moon’s glare;
fluent and purple-bound,
my diamond-shaped beacon
glows and glows—
stoked by such greater distance,
a god distance
strapped with white light.
Flexing in its nebulous path
as the earth envies
that beam-scorched ball—
mouth-hole ajar as I wave
to its power, dance, and love.
5/13/26