A star
the beginning of a shimmer,
a phantom thing almost.
We are not here to scold
or pull the vision apart.
Silver dust is the glue between.
It holds while the whole rocks,
configured in motion to weave
strips of matter from nothing,
to add sparkle where all was bare.
Monday 2 August 2021
A Poem a Day (460): A star
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