[cassiopeia] will sing to you from northern striped clouds; opening wide to these knitted symphonies cutting a velvet sky. this scarab-beetled beauty may numb your blemished disasters. vanity will precede her, or at least that’s what the nebulae say (even the faeries among a limned-blue moon). poseidon, with his triple glances and reflective abrasiveness will stand aloof after his sentence. she dare not call this her downfall; andromeda will be chided by her as dusk laps up the ocean waves. celestial daughters fear nereids, after all. don’t look to the north star if you feel yourself falter, but keep on, one flattened soul after another. maybe you will find the crescents bleeding into the milky way, ascending upwards. maybe you will find gamma’s reindeer guiding her to perseus, seeking gossamer refuge among the rocks.

[lyra] is carved in vulcan fires and neon-streaked binaries, watching eagle-eyed as midnight calls upon the creatures stalking gently. a tortoise shell, as offering from hermes himself — a gateway to the half-bloods. midsummer erupts around a fallen scavenger: a sacrifice like no other. to pray, to feed upon her weaknesses. aster plays the lyre, blessed tunes dripping like shooting stars from her cherubic neck. summer nights awakening these triadic memories, hands circling around bonfires. complexity flowing like orpheus’s citran melodies, breathing life into the wild but swaying the sirens, all aboard sailing to many a driftwood lad. from this prodigal’s mouth a string of spears are drawn. novae bringing the muses to a halt, where this troubled demigod will turn in his soil-laden grave, never forgotten.

[ursa major] lies in patterns, etched in the stars. a gazelle, leaping towards the horizon rips the moon into half — tiptoes around a crater and passes by a wheat plough. heptagonal spheres branch out: jade, pearl, and amethyst all through the night. three huntsmen search for revenge, slain graybears. their hindquarters dipping into ladled asterisms. alioth strikes, mizar, peach-eyed and alkaid with sustenance. stepping stones through spreading rivulets, wayward sons skipping up to a lily pad. unfortunate deliberation in constant ecstasy is motherly blessed. ursus is lowered to gaia’s depths, where a salmon weir is snatched to a mammal’s forelegs. goryeo pulls these linen curtains to a close. callisto’s odyssey stays afloat in violet horizons. the wain will show you the way.