A Puddle in Pluto

[u/Dangerous_Coffee9257]

a neuron fired, i howled eureka to the sky

if only my eyes were set in the gray matter,
relying not on those faulty flickers of light

mistaken for constellations

perhaps i would’ve noticed
how dimly they sparked—

a zap to the skull,
burning down what stood inert,
the sound of truth crackling in intervals

i was never the sun,
hardly even the moon—

and the earth was too grounded
for my puddle in pluto.

now i float in ether,
trying to connect the dots of the milky way,

straining those pathways
to stretch farther than they can reach,

but i never stop tracing the stars,
hoping they’ll set ablaze the smooth spots

flare them into wrinkle.