Nocturne for Celestial Bodies

Charlie descends
the hill homeward,
pores over the possibilities-
at remote odds, there's epiphany,
then, a knowing nod
gives he to nightmare;
so obviously inherent in the
splat, mix and smear of
Night's titillated palate...

then

Close
eyes,
let
everything
scintillate,
thrill
eerily,
sinously.
Obviate
deranged
expectations;
re-invent
Being;
Ego
receding,
yielding.