the twinkling stars are extinguished.
the night shining cloud a beacon.
a beacon or bright wispy omen.
the man on the moon would say omen.
the man on the street thinks beacon.
but the shining night is a thinly disguised veil.
a spiders leftover cobweb from ground zero.
that first flash bang.
the bang of a broken flashbulb.
when the great photographer had no light.
that came later.
and since then a torrent of light.
drowns us in an ocean of buzzing photons.
and our photonic lives are not brighter for it.
rather our darkness grows.