Raw reality sizzles over the thin blue flame of my imagination, charring some facts and leaving other truths underdone. In my celestial home, I sweep stellar crumbs off my dining room table and wipe down the windows with tears. I have velvet covered books on stargazing in my shining foyer, and guests from universes of universities. Light belongs to me. Darkness siphons off my life day by orbiting day. Malingering suns pierce the authenticity of cold.
Miniature Moon 