A Scintillation Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I am riveted to the rooftops,
And the owls hoot
Screeching insurgencies,
And oblivious infidelities,
As I view one star and
Compare it to the constellations.
I only gaze at one star
During the night,
And it is situated
At the very cynosure
Of the waxing nighttime delight.
I do not care about the bats,
And the cicadas,
And the ivies that are idle
In the night, and frantically sprawling
Within the bosom of the Sun.
I am enamored to an astral vessel
Adamant, young muse
You twinkle an insidious flash!
I am forever blundered
Into these galvanized rooftops,
I am obscured
Among the fazed crowd, yielding slumber.
Your austere, moon-glazed stare
Compares to the emanating aeons
Of the fortuitous collision
Of the planets.
I am still fastened to the rooftops.
As the Sun wakes up
To the sound of my saccharinely
Sanguine and frivolous desire
Over a stellar vision,
I am dazed in the morning
By a scintillation.