An interpretation of a tongue while gazing at the heavens at night.
A tall triangle of light you see in the sky, sparkling, its lines its figure is fine. Arms extended, chains broken, the captive is free, the bands are loosed into the unimaginable multitude—the galaxy on the waist points north to the beautiful face. The face of the queen, the exalted woman indeed, Andromeda is lifted up, broken out of her bondage by her Hero and Beloved, set free in liberty, enthroned in glory, prepared for her King for all eternity. Amen.