What grand cathedral seems to grace the skies
perhaps of Gothic cast with pointed arch
whose cloud-capped towers golden-hued arise
like leafage autumn aureate of larch
for poet laureate to eulogize!
Within the open cluster that we see,
called Pismis twenty-four, the experts guess
one star or three in close proximity,
from distance, brilliance reckonings profess,
according to how scholars' may agree,
could be two hundred times the mass of Sun,
though lately it is thought to be at least
a trio of sidereals that stun
our vision, by the multiples increased,
unless these current notions be undone.
The star components even so would stay
at near a hundred solar masses yet
which make them ‘midst most massive ones they say
that astral systems currently beget
amongst the vast stelliferous array.
Oh endlessness displayed in great immense,
how your illusive poesy unheard
doth tease us out of thought and out of sense
in wordless fantasies your wonders stirred
encased in musings of wherefores and whence,
like evocation of cathedral guise
to captivate a starry gazer's eyes…
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