bleep bleep

Beyond the velvet of night and the sheep-herds of cloud passing by, overlooking a paper mache of concrete cultivation, she twinkled like a single winking eye of some constellation that had moved in inches to a new dais lit, not by the streamline white of a random aircraft or the static red of a steely stronghold, but by the luminance of a formative crescent who filled a charming smile with the symphonic bleep bleep of the little fluttering eyelid it had left behind.