An Interstellar Climate
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they
Is this the end of everything you were? A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur. The final breath into the distant night, Reminding us
The empty cupboards of our Universe Are filled with neutral cobwebs of potential; All of them waiting for an opportunity To blaze into life and
Far into space, amongst the darkest Sea New planets sit like marbles in a row. We turn our eyes to find out what might be
13.8 billion years ago the universe EXPLODED into life Cutting through space time like a celestial knife Through butter and Bringing with it every permutation
You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of
Fast radio bursts come from outer space, We measure them and try to plot their trace; First thought to be some cataclysmic scar, Lost echoes
So you were once a star that could not shine; Your mass too low, reactions could not start. A lonely planet, that was your design;