Northern Lights Blood Moon and Tariffs

As the northern lights streak in crimson, the yellow tariffs creep,

Blood Moon hubris pulls naivety from the deep.

An icy shiver cuts social security, an electric arc blinding sight,

As dark clouds drape the world in velvety night.

The solar eclipse whispers crunch time, agonies untold,

Enigmas prance; they stab through the twilight cold.

Each red striate festers, a gangrened burning flame,

Illuminating whispers that call out your name.

The celestial canvas fibs in diamonds and silk,

Spinning your dreams lightly, like clouds of milk.

Yet lurking in corners, shortages, terrors, screams, dirge intertwine,

Where time drips slowly as foreboding shadows align.

In this cosmic comic play, sun and moon take flight,

Here, on earth-one pulses echo in the night.

Each heartbeat a curse, a yellow perturbation exposed,

In the skies recession explodes in coming seasons unopposed.

Son of man, listen closely to the shivers that rise,

Follow their paths unknown to the depths of the skies.

For the way will be twisted, a labyrinth of deeps and steeps,

Yet, within every question, wisdom still sleeps.