Lit, I spread my arms and swallow the sky
and when they come to find me composedly
sleeping, they find only dusty remains
of kaleidoscopic stars, gossamer greens
red and blue; Indeed I shone too brightly.
Sizzled and fallen, the crowd marched home.
Exit, alternatively, a toy of light
reeled upstream, snagging on nothing.
Glimpsed once and imagined for a lifetime.