Drifting Orbits

Nobody looks at plain old stars anymore;

We want a universe bedazzled.

marbleized milky ways in mother of pearl,

inlaid meteor showers with tassels.

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Arcs of brilliant sparks inside solar storms.

winking lights, so bright, they are blinding.

And the common mistake a comet makes?

It's too straight; mutate it, wildy winding.

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Black holes fail to impress, so much less,

until dressed as malignant ebon maw.

Not stately enough, no weight at all,

unless costumed with retrable claws.

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It's not gritty enough, nor pretty enough,

until decked out: leather or lace.

But don't ask me to be, anybody but me,

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and I guess I can give you some space.

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(Dan Ellison)

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