Frosting Moon

…the frosting moon
glides across the sky of black ice
in the wake of dripping stars
like unearthed crystals
and planets that lay hanging
from celestial caverns

they are but the eyes
of sleepless galactical bats
chilled by timeless inversions
shaped by the deepness
of universal dispersions

eating the cake of infinity
setting coils of space to flight
with dark dimensional wings
searching for the mechanics
behind all nocturnal things
giving in to the outer coercions

and all are passed by its’ shadow
like the dust of winter
touched,
by its’ thick black cold…..