like a stain on an apron, the sky mauled a rainbow.
twilight was in bloom like a laceration
at the heart of the color Blue.
like a song on a blind beetle’s mind
before a windshield epiphany.

i feel the ropes of a ghostly heaven
hauling my anguish to a pulsar
in a far off kingdom,
i luxuriate in the wholesome disassembly
of my chaos, and swear fealty
to a blank spot
on a Sun.