It waved it's hand across the sky
like how a child skims arms over water
playing in the pool,
gesturing towards the stars.

Its fingers tore into the surface
paving a one way street in shadow
forming branches whose tails
curled into eddies,
flowing out,
propagated light like a spark,
the hologram of an infinitely long firework.

It scattered clouds of cosmic soup
setting the stage for a play
existing on the cusp of an invisible boundary,
the actors - falling into their own ghosts,
specks of dust playing out a script
unfolding in rhythm over eons.