A fiery asteroid caught in weak orbit
of a blood clot planet between the rhythmic breathing
of blue lung nebulas.
He’s out there stunning alone
with the satellites, missile defense systems and dying stars.
Out in the dark,
spinning with his eyes closed.
Keep an eye on the Fibonacci hour glass
above his glowing ember head,
time will break him free to float on in the blackness
like a luminescent jellyfish in the deep.
Where no one will question
the ripple of his tentacles,
and when he splits at the center
as an offering to the myriad corners of the universe,
no self important spectator will mar the poetic death
with a gasp.