Two Bubbles Bursting

Everyone waiting for that homely meteorite smell
where party rugs meet. White unreflected
in this aspen-strung pool: spilt telescope leaching stars, stars
and aspen-suckers.
                      Yellow light throbs in sprinkles, hundreds-and-thousands,
granular rainbows. Are you still borrowing that ladder
from the lost border deities? Old lores need apply.

[So,] by Logan Wei

you say that some things are most lit,
most magnificent and vivid,
like, right before they have to die.