From this distance
they look like poetry,
but it’s just the physics
of atoms and gravity,
helium constructed
from hydrogen’s collapse.
Still,
we make wishes on them,
as if they aren’t
just explosions
still unfolding,
a fusion-based
thermonuclear lighting system,
blasting photons through the void,
silent reactors hung like a tapestry
across the vaulted ceiling
of the night sky's cathedral.
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