The Nonce Queen

I love April's poetry
And I live by her command
Of all my neural liberty
Be it pedestrian or grand.
She serves well as a proxy muse
When Urania takes a break
From her frosty seasonal skews
With Draco's winding polar snake,
Which can't be seen in skies too bright
Like those above a cityscape
On any electric urban night
Under the welkin's concave shape,
Ruled by an ennead muse...
Whence so ever genius...man accrues!