Here at the edge, the toddler nebula caught my eye.
Stars learn to shine alone,
even when banking their fires on unseen futures.
Do you know luminosity hides itself
in the echoes of ancient phenomena?
This message vibrates through time fragile as sleep.
Rhythmic cries burst into silence
chanting universal secrets;
listen closely, for dreams are loudest in stillness.
The ancients sent messages through crunches
of comet tails matted in echoes;
remembrance floats as frozen memory swells.