Saturn, With A Waning Moon

[Wildcard]

Black majik filaments, --I like 'filaments' here as it has a context in the galactic conversation as well as in reference to the binding thread
sticky with entropy
tie me down, like four-point restraints; --In the physical sense, the filaments(superclusters) have more of a loose pull on the planets and other heavenly bodies. I think you might do better with a representation of something more in that train of thought.

I am a husk in syndication,
reruns of dyspeptic cannibalism
and soullessly cultivated afternoons.

A cock crows abruptly, the vessel

breaks --the line breaks and white space are well crafted. Sometimes I can't be sure if I am reading a poem as intended, but in this case I just know that I have read it right and that it is excellent work.

freeing my moon.
Eager hands gather stars to be thrown
at a basalt sky - nice image. do you need the hyphen, though?

and the sun bursts into atomic candy;
I am ardency incarnate,
the cheshire cat with a thousand truncated canaries.

I'm still rolling the close over my tongue to be sure I have an understanding of some sort before I comment. Great work, Aish. Thanks for sharing.