The Geminids

The poetry of the Geminids is cobbled together from celestial cast-offs. Cosmic rubble inscribes the night sky for insomniacs, wish-makers and lovers of mystery with upturned moonflower faces. Brilliant lines flash and fade, elusive as dreams, leaving you tingling and wordless in their wake. Housed in a universe whose dustflecks blaze forth with untellable beauty, what fierce incandescence then, might your life, on this blue whirling dervish of a planet, be capable of?