Alnitak
When the night air turns sharp as broken glass
And the stars drill through empty branches,
it is to Orion’s belt, I am drawn like a needle to a magnet.
The star in the middle, we call “Alnitak”,
from the Arabic: “belt of al Jouza”.
(“the central female one”)
In this darkness mysteries shine clearly
witnessed by a dark horsehead
and courted by a blue companion
in a dance, thousands of years in song.
I am lost in the distance, distance, distance.
I am dwarfed by the grandeur, grandeur, grandeur.
But!
Thousands upon thousands of photons from Alnitak
are lost and consumed with little effect
in my eye, in my mind,
finding immortality in thought.
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