The Empyrean

Fixed stars
Glimmer below the
Incomprehensible
Godhead,

Tubular rings of fire
Pivot above moons
Made entirely of gold,

Celestial blushes collide,
Burst chromas set free
With primordial kisses,

Round squares of light
Navigate their mapped chaos,
Every planet accounted for;

And from this sweet swelling void
Of the divine and unquestionable
A sacred arm stretches out,

Through the chemical fog,
Besieged by cursed logic
And spent with fatigue,

It flaps, it rotates,
It waves and then it’s gone,

For some there’s a meaning,
For others there’s none.

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