the sky sings with vapor trails
pulsing against the buried pockets of the Akash Ganga
sounding of brightness & cobalt mystery
bird-wing to particles of faint stars & dust motes
gathered under this dome of shifting cerulean
morning's haze veils the depth
banishing dark matter beyond our spiral care
falling, colliding, enveloping
listen
feel
the pressure of awakening rests
in the wired connection of the reach
wind sweeps out of the west
warming in the rise of day
