The "Great Conjunction" Ball

Manifold is a scary word

as it twists the tongue 

in the shape of what is seen

to reveal the entropy of the unknown.

A redundant, futile

waste of energy,

the spell requires long walks

under the moon to unravel.

The duration of the journey equivalent

to the surfaces of Saturn's new fools.

Glitter is the common label

that we use to describe

the long-winded name

of Jupiter's most recent star at the ball.

She couldn't be any less exclusive in her spins 

because of -- damn -- how she shines

within the interstellar stream.

Her sole gaze would burn a single planet

to a faceless supernova char.

Yet she shines for me.

She twirls for me.

She vibrates under the webs

behind my pupils.

She, a tornado that vogues

with unprecedented failure

to concede any fad as their partner.

The act of confessing her love

would be the end

of its overwhelming matter.

Picture credits: sentree