two of them
to my naked, simian eye
are identical twins
though one, a mere millennium
of light years away, performs its
magical fusion yet today
the other disappeared before
dinosaurs devolved; its phantom
photons now without a source
but both poke pinholes
in the blanket of night, gifting
what some call divine light
not I, for if gods were igniting
those gaseous masses, they would both
yet be furious and fiery white
and not tricking my meager sight,
deceiving me into believing, there is
eternity in an eternally dying sky
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
two of them
to my naked, simian eye
are identical twins
though one, a mere millennium
of light years away, performs its
magical fusion yet today
the other disappeared before
dinosaurs devolved; its phantom
photons now without a source
but both poke pinholes
in the blanket of night, gifting
what some call divine light
not I, for if gods were igniting
those gaseous masses, they would both
yet be furious and fiery white
and not tricking my meager sight,
deceiving me into believing, there is
eternity in an eternally dying sky
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