The Mesonoxian Order

It's in radio wave propagation
mimicking stone drop ripples in a lake
or the wave forms of a sidewinder snake
in a state of venomous predation
as constant as retro broadcasting pips
in evermore globular expansion
toward heaven's zodiacal mansion,
like songs from Aphrodite's dulcet lips
scoring all of the steady cosmic states
with the epicycling glissando beams
an angel host might see in all their dreams
where background splendor officiates,
as it does from Saturn's awesome rings,  
down through all the hearts...full of happy strings!