It craves the symmetry of light
As spun into the cosmos’ wheel
Punctuating splintered night
And cracking open to reveal
This structure that the sight conceals
Stars bound to flesh in unity
And finds the form is made ideal
When broken down to energy.
Prompted by today’s FormForAll post from Gemma Wiseman on the Huitain at the dVerse Poets Pub. As always, I struggle with formalities. And rhyme. Hmmmm.