Wavelengths and frequencies of twisted light,

Filtered through atmosphere midway the night.

Pollution to permeate magnificent hues,

Inspiration, enchantment, and wonder ensue.

The mystery gone and knowledge gained,

The sky was solved, yet alchemy saved;

Trick not yet ruined by seen sleight of hand,

For academies of space to deviate plans

To probe the sky of it's northern display,

To decipher, decode, and solve the ballet.

A flattening world to a manifest truth,

Deploring the enigma to enlighten the youth.

Pinned to the board to study it die...

I will never forgive the dissection of sky.