when we hear stars

when we hear stars
we think backlit pinholes
on black velvet and we wonder
what lies beyond the surface
of the finite expanding universe

other nights we think
star wombs pregnant with iron
giving birth to planet children
like a fusion of mass and energy
unbounded  by love’s strange topologies


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to when we hear stars

  1. shanyns says:

    Oh wow. This is so good.

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