The shutters of the sky shut with the stars,
They’re standing ajar

So I passed through, I walk in evanescence
The sun, it held infallibly a concrete presence
I’m finding myself in Orion’s refraction,
Not staring at myself in this mirror’s reflection
Speckled light I see in the night sky,
No concentrated sun by which I could abide
I’m star-gazing, from one to another do my eyes bounce
In the blue sky, I had only one to count
It’s strange, in dark I see stars much like my own
In them I see shuddering moments of my suns’ bones
They’re stuttering, those speckles of the past,
It was shining, that circle from the past
Old times of illuminating nebulas in dark I see splayed,
Not one sun in my vision ever stayed
Like Hubble I gaze to see the past shuddering,
For the bygone sun left my mind stuttering

Blue skies hold Apollo’s momentary didaction,
The night sky shows spillage of universal complexion
Away from oneness can my eyes never fly,
And yet my eyes glide from one to another up in that night sky
In the golden orb, a divine account shouts,
It transcends, dispersing those shouts into great undoubts
Similitude to the Sun I know in my bones,
It’s strange, darkness never seemed to me like a familiar zone
I was knowing, far above that circle from the past
I’m shuddering, far below these speckles of the past
With one star is the universe never made,
Waves of illuminating points over darkness do cascade
The ever-shining Sun left my eyes stuttering
So like Galileo in the past could I see lumens shuddering
So I passed through, lights burning with candescence
The Sun, it cascaded only with this sentence.

I gaze at truthful nebulas afar,
Old, past suns they are