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These Poems were written by My Little Sister Jamie Simpson. I hope You enjoy them, and e-mail me if you want more information about where to read her poetry.
Guest Stars
Sweeping the scope across the sky, I try to find supernova remnants: the veil Nebula in Cygnus, the Ring in Lyra, or the Eskimo. I crave this delicate networking that looks so much like spider's lace.
I imagine you dream of these explosions, more luminous than our sun, creating shock waves in space. Blood pounding, you create them in me, heavy and regular as a pulsar.
We owe our existence to large masses blowing themselves apart; their energy creating all the elements, flowing through space to collect here.
Everything hinges on the nucleus of a star falling to the center as its core collapses. But this is not predictable; we must wait.
You shift everything into focus, show me the dimensions. Inside the lens there glows the same pale green as your eyes, a double star formation, a nice find.
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