The horror out there everywhere can stun. But so, as well, can beauty, every day. 

Real. Real. What a beautiful word. 

Sonatina

Beyond this mauve and purple wisp

Which veils faint tea rose-golden glow

Ascending finely

Shade

By shade

From fading pastel blue

Black vacuum cosmos

Draw to focus

Sharp, precise, white points of stars

No dusk.

No dawn.

My soul,

A single, shining missile

Weaves            dark, jagged               of                interstellar

         neatly through            chunks       sudden                     rock

Not unanti-lifelike

Yet so ... so stupid, easy to evade

So laughing at point nine nine nine of c

I zing

And age but just enough

To feel