constellations

[cassiopeia] will sing to you from northern striped clouds; opening wide to these knitted symphonies cutting a velvet sky. this scarab-beetled beauty may numb your campen disasters. vanity will precede her, or at least that’s what the nebulae say (even the faeries among a limned- blue moon). poseidon, with his triple glances and reflective abrasiveness stands aloof after his sentence. she dare not call this her downfall, andromeda will be chided by her as dusk laps up the ocean waves. celestial daughters fear nereids, after all. don’t look to the north star if you feel yourself falter, but keep on, one flattened soul after another. maybe you will find the crescents bleeding into the milky way, ascending upwards. maybe you will find gamma’s reindeer guiding her to perseus, seeking gossamer refuge among the rocks.

[lyra] is carved in vulcan fires and neon-streaked binaries, watching eagle-eyed as midnight calls upon the creatures stalking gently. to pray, to feed upon her weaknesses. aster plays the lyre, blessed tunes dripping like shooting stars from her. summer nights awaken these triad memories, hands circling around bonfires. complexity flows like orpheus’s citran melodies, breathing life into the wild but swaying the sirens, all aboard sailing to many a driftwood lad. novae brings the muses to a halt, where orpheus turns in his soil-lade grave, never forgotten.

[ursa major] lies in patterns, etched in the stars. heptagonal spheres branch out: jade, pearl and alkaid all through the night. three huntsmen search for revenge; slain greybears. alioth strikes, mizar, peach-eyed sustenance and alkaid with sustenance. stepping stones through rivulets, wayward sons skipping up to a lily pad. unfortunate deliberation in constant ecstasy, motherly blessed. goryeo pulling these linen curtains to a close. callisto’s odyssey stays afloat in violet horizons. the wain will show you the way.