Bolide Whims

Meteors streak new trail glow
As low born humanity sleeps
Far beneath that momentous show
And the descending ash it reaps
For microcosmic pixie dust
To sparkle on the halo rings
That sprout when mindsets readjust
Into the much less vulgar things
Not found by simians in old caves
Or alternate hellhole places
Like shabbily constructed graves
Under the heavenly aero spaces
Where test pilots in the astral plane
Chase dreams...only angels ascertain!