"Galactic Glimpses"--By Terry O’Leary--France

"Galactic Glimpses"

Galactic curls in spiral swirls, entwining twisted mystery,

where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,

like sandy dunes, some writ in runes, enclosing cosmic history

Galactic dust, from novas' gust, congesting empty spaces,

once fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out astral traces,

may recompress and coalesce in distant times and places

Galactic dwarves, like ancient wharves with silent planets mooring  

yet still in spin though long done in, hide flares no longer soaring -

magnetic webs of eons ebb, infernal fusion roaring

Galactic tides warp space divides, call forth devine creation

while bending clocks in rippled shocks, unfolding time dilation

that seems to crown the flowing gown of pulsars' pulsed gyration

Galactic glue holds something new: dark energy and matter

that interacts and counteracts the ancient Big Bang splatter:

a cosmic soup of strings and loops, a universal batter

Galactic life's replete and rife 'neath lactic milky wafer,

though solar gales leave unseen trails of cosmic rays, the strafer;

but nonetheless, one must confess, it seems there's nowhere safer

Terry O’Leary defines himself as "A physicist lacking gravity..."