Extended Metaphor - Sidereal Interpretation

The endless night a canvas
Set to cover the weight of the world
Necessity, feigned.

Perfectly imperfect presentation considered;
Broken-
Rehashed, each to specific design.

Never the art, nor the life
Truth hidden in shadow.

This lasting everpresent darkness
Obscuring the hemisphere in entirety
Vacant spaces beneath the moonless night
Quickly filled to extinguish vaunted waste.

Everything so wrapped in shadows
Sidereal messages go unnoticed.

Time will pass, stars will fade
But nightfall remains, and new stars will fill it
Once diversified,
Then  taken, then bent, then broken
Rehashed, each to specific design.

The nocturne drowns out deeper meanings
Virtues once clear, lost to endless night.

Stars;

Malleable weapons pointed at ourselves
Instead of lifted high.

Broken, subjugating us to darkness
Instead of lifting us high.

Nailed down and charted, dishonest constellations

A guiding light that only shines in one direction.

Bring enough stars for daybreak at midnight
Bring enough stars to lift the veil

Adorn the canvas with shining, irregular, innumerable suns
And lift the weight from the world.