As if chrysanthemum fireworks flaring
gold, blue, red—brief, phosphorescent
amoebas throb, pulse. Next, a galaxy
of green stars spins out of existence.
Then, a flurry of supernovas
flare and fade. After, a comet-like
streaking ends in a white flash. All the while,
a far off chorus of oohs and ahs
mingles with some last applause.
Then, for a moment, it seems like dawn.