Open skies beckon in something broader. Would that that pale Carolina blue Would crack and tremble Beyond the midday hue And the clouds that daily assemble. Open skies beckon in something broader. A wide dark cut with the light from a billion stars… This can’t be all there is. World weary and sore like all these old scars… Where somewhere, somewhere out there ideas still fizz. Open skies beckon in something broader. Something that fizzes and pops and sizzles in the far dark Awful and bright and breathtaking, prodigious Something that from that broken sky might disembark Awesome and terrible and, like a thousand broken mirrors, auspicious