An Astronomical Digression

Constellations
I sing electric to the dying of a night.
My own blood beneath my nails, watching it sink down into the sea yet again.
 
I know it will rise again like a tide of velvet.
I trust the depths to relinquish the night once more.
It always has before…
Every single time.
 
Constellations…
Now constellations are another thing entirely.