galaxies away
astronomical bargains thus spoke
zarathustra's first words,
cosmic rays beloved to values they had seen flickering
the stars saw you die,
but they too perished at their own hand.
who are those hypocrites to stare,
to lay bare a world that is infallible,
to kill the joy inherent within
promethean monarchy unveiled:
the unfathomable change,
your visceral hate.













