Saw, eyes split

Sep 22

In 1560, a green Tycho Brahe witnessed the sky darken and red. Saw,

eyes split like heaven’s gate, Moon, divined, run afoul of Sun in a moment

of terrible synergism – saw the lunar hopsack palm the sun’s broad face to toss

Crescent-shadows as split ends. The green Tycho (oh lucky one) then devoted his life

to the heavens. Promised to spend his time transfixed by fannings of astral rigor. Stunned into

reverence by cherry blossom pirouettes. His whole life – an adrenaline hangover, constant curiosity, to study

spitting sunlight straight from the dog’s jaw.

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