Light Show

The paradox,
galleria sky
and ignominious planet,
glistens from the surface
of an as-yet-unnamed planet
like the child recalls,
from home, his place of grieving
to here, the fantasy of desolation
brought to life by the games of lights --
it's a crystalline hourglass world,
but it's a lifeless, neighbor-less world also --
it looks like something
in the window of an artisan jeweler,
but the air is poison ice
and the ground beneath
is shapeless, ill-formed,
like a class in wicked geometry.