Suns Ablaze

A rage radiates from the molten surface of this star

looping and leaping, burning and blazing,

never with intent as its light crashes

into other bodies.

Bodies, the celestial and carbon, where rings

of rocks are called a belt, but —

hold nothing together because forces face

matters of invisible perplexity.

The imagination tells the universe that

cyclical lie: justice is coming but

the atmosphere just isn’t right.

Intelligent life condemns the sun as

it flares in the ages of the night

a beacon of hope and warmth

like a fist in the dark skies with the

whole galaxy watching;

Burning at the center.


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