the brink of dawn clots the milky way
as stars demure and spike. they traipse in the umbra
of an echo rumbling in the drama-sphere, like ghost embers
and dim wicks after the laughing flame has gone missing
and only the tang of dragon's breath -
clings to the weave in the fiber
of Orion's Pelt.

the sky is where god cannot lie, and the heart is a witness

and when that's true
remember
i told you
so.

and repent.