The star emerged as gas
floating silently still
settled, undisturbed in hollowed space
left with nothing of a trace, and yet it did not grow
not even a speed so slow, it moved not
but cooled with depression, a negative succession
of a truth so deep, it could only weep in silence
unheard, unseen, and yet respect it had to redeem
it's soul expanded out of its hollowed masses
dieing for a spark, a heat, a light for its gases
until there came a suppression
flying, arriving, residing among the form
moving around, above, and within its norm
the mess of imperfection swirling in a storm
disturbed interestingly at its grace
wondering its place and how fast its pace
for which it is moved, mesmerized by its effect
having something new to detect and a tingling
in a way it has never felt or seen
like the start of time, a just crowned queen
as suddenly it explodes a fire inside
a force now for it to abide
illuminating its whole like never before
and now it has something finally to adore, it is finally alive
glowing and shining, with the ambition to thrive
how beautiful this expression, now thanks to the suppression
it shines on and on, swelling a fantastic dawn
endlessly the storm of the new heat, o look how neat
it is visited by bodies around and among
their orbiting song now beautifully sung
to their own source of life
through this now ecstatic strife; such a chance to be real
its happiness flowing to feel
through millions of eons it progresses
until slowly it just depresses into a dim light of unsureness
now not knowing its purpose for being what it has been
for so long living in this angelic skin
it dies away through eons of day and noon, and evening
until its night falls once again with its bringing
and the flicker of light in which started it dies in stress
as its gases now carry less and less
of the chemicals responsible for what was once such glow
now just a storm of dark, degraded, mellow
sitting for eons and eons again this fellow
as its gases never move, swirl, nor spin, again it waits
and sits in silence for another ride of fate's
sure it will find yet another happiness to glow with
and burn with another life of unspeakable myth
because its time must move on through all these events
just to experience another aeon of grievance.
 
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