Burning geometry, the crystal dome

Burning geometry, the crystal dome,
inversions of degrees, reflected patterns
in the vaulted architecture. She is
the gnomon telling time, the leaping fire

that shuns the darkness. The subtle angle
of her shoulder, its aspect to the ecliptic,
the moons in motion. She is the changing
hours that have their own distinct colors,

the pinks of dusk and oranges of dawn,
the purple sounding aubade, violet Sun
setting into the river. She's no number,

she is unreal. Furious cartography,
the celestial spheres, perverse scripture
and the refracted illusions of light.