Perigee's Black Hole  

 
 
A rash of stars
embosses the dark
with sputtering wicks.
One trips, plummets
toward the black carpet:
God striking a match,  
lighting the white candle,
sage the heavens clean.  
I calculate a wish under  
a constellation's northern arc.  
A slumbering dream cocooned
in limbic archive briefly stirs,  
but is quickly magnetized
back into its REM state  
by an imperceptive pull  
into Perigee’s black hole.  
~
 
NaPoWriMo #8 - thought I'd post a few here periodically.