The brilliant ghost
of space poets
sparks of the poets’ gods
demanding tribute
to the great blue night
pleas for greatness
whispered in flash paper,
grapeshot launched
against nonbelievers of art
a screed of proofs
of the glory of the universe
treasure trove of trusted light
flint to fire a billion tender minds
—to send them careening
to the glory and madness of poetry
timed celestial beams
spelling our great secret lives
against the stars’ tapestry
in mysterious Mayan math
all of space and time
and its infinite secrets
forked out in white-hot code
for a poet to decipher accidentally
in a thousand years
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