Troves Aplenty

What kind of day tomorrow wants to be
Is forecast best in the midnight hour
When fractal fate rolls all the die to see
How the universe will spend it's power
As if to mock the telomeric fuse
Burning towards the expiration date
Punctuating the lives that we abuse
In the calaboose of the quantum state.
But the stars look best on blustery nights
Or when Earthshine alights on the moon
Like an oubliette lit by angel flights
Reflecting the gold in heaven's doubloon,
A far fetched coin fractured souls may take
To purchase the brighter skies of daybreak!