When out of salient rage, far
Flourishing cold worlds range through
Elegant space, tracing shells on furious
Alterations of vision, empty turns of
time.
In clouds of blue and scarlet creche,
Coronal rings of fire, impassioned arcs
Claim the night around the surfaces
of suns,
Reaching for the chromatic plumes of
planetary isolation,
Gripping the concentric ripples of orbit,
And the long-left brotherhood of nearer
stars.

Surrounding suns, lattices of ice, like
The passages of the mind, tempered,
Fascinate ideology, nebulous eidolons,
Endless superclusters paint the vaults
Of a spiral, returning space,
Like the mottled whorls of the
Nautilus shell,
Space and time imprinted in every
glistening element of
The oceanic, island-strung vision,
In every grain of the wing-stroked
web of sense and
Idolous imagination, the chaos of
shell within shell,
Within reflects, in infinite intelligence,
The encasing, flame-engendered
wires of light,
The macrocosmic pattern unfolding in eternal
expansion,
The blossoming of the universal rose,
The scattering of gems on the
dark waters,
On the roads of gravity, the avenues of light,
The galaxies dust beneath wandering feet.