The stars hang overhead,
Like a mobile draped over mankind's crib.
Sparkling firmament,
Each brighter than the last,
Each discovery steeping their lovely light,
In mystery of twisted lens.
Twinkle twinkle,
Burning ball of power and heat,
Intercosmic fuel warping the very fabric of space itself.
Arcing lazily 'round planetary parent,
Orbit lost in flaming trail and the bones of stars.
A dancing mobile of a thousand colors,
Of spectrums seen and unseen.
But in every childhood story,
There lurk monsters.
Black and gaping holes
Swallowing sun and moon.
Or stallions of flame and death,
Belching forth from the death of stars,
In brilliant wonders caught at dark of night.
Mankind's fingers are but inches away from brushing,
Even the smallest of these burning giants.
Like a mobile draped over mankind's crib.
Sparkling firmament,
Each brighter than the last,
Each discovery steeping their lovely light,
In mystery of twisted lens.
Twinkle twinkle,
Burning ball of power and heat,
Intercosmic fuel warping the very fabric of space itself.
Arcing lazily 'round planetary parent,
Orbit lost in flaming trail and the bones of stars.
A dancing mobile of a thousand colors,
Of spectrums seen and unseen.
But in every childhood story,
There lurk monsters.
Black and gaping holes
Swallowing sun and moon.
Or stallions of flame and death,
Belching forth from the death of stars,
In brilliant wonders caught at dark of night.
Mankind's fingers are but inches away from brushing,
Even the smallest of these burning giants.
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