Polaris of the Autarch

 

    

     

     May as well name the stars 
   and deep regions of space 
  after mythical beasts and
also believe we'll trade spice 
imported from the cardinal 
 wide dry desert of Arrakis 
   at least just to be honest 
  there's nothing made up 
 that isn't a crude portrayal 
of what is really going on 
 so long it wears scarves 
  of embodiment regarding
   a look in a mirror galvanized.
    Shocked moment of revelation 
   the thing now staring back at you  
  to recognize your eternal solitude
 sees the one thing  now examining it 
cannot ordinarily reflect thunderstruck
 bolt of lightning stitch every alien night
  nested together in a string of pearls
   flashed across the winds of time 
    blasts the sands off the crest 
   of this old diminishing dune
    relaxing in a sigh just fine.