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Celestial Renaissances

New stars are born from those that die as pearly revenants on high to occupy the vaulted sky stelliferous to earthly eye. When Sun shall lose its healing glow that shines upon our world below as star which turns a further page and passes sunny sequence stage to nebula emission be enriching the galactic sea, will novel star a system make where other beings can awake? Stelliferous to earthly eye, to occupy the vaulted sky new stars are born from those that die as pearly revenants on high. Could birth and death keep rhythmic pace while stars arise in cosmic space embroidered into stellar lace as state of grace moves place to place for planets plenteously rife to foster some domestic life amidst the e’er mercurial dynamic forms figurial? To occupy the vaulted sky stelliferous to earthly eye, new stars are born from those that die as pearly revenants on high. Might we somehow dimensions share with any sentient sorts out there in sensibility and sense within the myriad immense whose evolution far outran that of the species known as Man for peaceful coexistent ways throughout their livelong nights and days? As pearly revenants on high to occupy the vaulted sky stelliferous to earthly eye, new stars are born from those that die. ~ Harley White * * * * * * * * * Elements of a pantoum are interspersed throughout the poem.

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Date: 11/4/2021 6:15:00 AM
Another celestial beauty, Harley. I often ponder the existence of intelligent life elsewhere in the universe. To think we are it is a bit arrogant. I enjoyed the read. John
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Harley White
Date: 11/5/2021 4:54:00 PM
I appreciate your thoughtful comment. I often have similar musings. And of course there can be a wide gap between intelligence and wisdom. Thank you and I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Book: Shattered Sighs