when we hear stars

This is fantastic imagery. I can see the stars as I read, on a clear night, each a new place of mystery and wonder.

The Bard of Liminga

when we hear stars
we think backlit pinholes
on black velvet and we wonder
what lies beyond the smooth 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

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