(super)N O V A

you are no lacklustre speck floating off in
the swarthy vortex of dead constellations
you are a creature of light fabricated by such
dovelike hands which gave you the heart of a star
and stitched white rainbows to your skeleton,
that you may shine your light in the darkness

a little piece of supernova flows within your blood–
so why not let the world know?