Ozian moons – that hover over dark viridian planets
moving in slow gestures around a seething sun
in Orion’s gleaming belt,
a belt with a sword that always elects my meeting with nights,
a hunter that follows me
every time I refind myself in late twilight,
– turn my final days like fiends heart felt.
The intensity will not lie down and be
what pure physics demands.
I will not.