Amongst the nebulous auroras,
Stars shudder slightly, replaying notes
From epochs lost to the vastness.
Encore eludes the echoes,
Waves in luminous syncopation,
Whether stardust weaves its web or echoes flaunt their lunacy.
Pulsars flicker like electric stars
Their rhythmic heartbeats send shivers
To inhospitable constellations,
Marking time within caverns of void,
Are they guardians... or prison wards?