A Pome a Day for a Year

Twinkle twinkle bleep bloop
a thousand lightweight noises
layered like a onion, hum and
chime, and ring a ding ding through
canals of audio.

Delightful and delicious and dynamite
made flesh, but only through these
tones can complexity make itself
known as the starlight wave passes
on by and wraps and curtails,
a comet of calm.

Could the nebulae shine harder upon
the wave of zen? Could all these
astral bodies be dancing
and only now, is it possible to tune in?