The Pulsar In Death
Conned and figured as natures blue hand,
The remains of pulsar reaching outwards;
Against nebulas field, ions-electrons
Magnetized to escape as X rated pulses:
Spun matter to burn lets nothing escape;
After eon's we learn what they do today.
Prompt:-
Cosmic Hand
Picture Prompt:-
http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20090405/sc_space/cosmichandreachesforthelight
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