Cosmic Rings Poem by Harley White

A ring of nine gamma ray bursts was found
nine billion light years far away, it's claimed,
which ‘should not exist' say thinkers renowned,
although discovered through further tests aimed

at detailed scrutiny of GRB
distribution in space, that is of groups.
While some of large scale, astronomers see
as having been glimpsed in various troops,

a pattern so circular in its form
has researchers in a notional scrape
by its contradicting the CP norm,
thus leaving investigators agape.

That ‘cosmological principle' clash
gave rise to the studiers' great surprise
in stirring up a conjectural splash,
due to as well its vast structural size.

Electromagnetic events to stun,
such doings as much energy release
in just a few seconds, as does the Sun
throughout its ten billion year star caprice.

These brightest of all in stellary glare,
GRBs are said to come from perhaps,
albeit transient phenomena rare,
enormous sidereals that collapse.

It has not been settled completely yet,
if anything ever really is
in the twinkling of our earthly vignette
while circumvoluting in solar whiz,

exactly how gamma ray bursts are wrought,
one more enigma to add to the throng,
as theories heap each thought upon thought
and humankind still goes plodding along…

For lines to sum up this poem, I chose
a pair by Frost whom I highly revere,
befitting the cosmic theme thus to close,
which seem to speak volumes, in style austere.

Wrote Robert Frost in a famed rhyming verse
that ‘we dance round in a ring and suppose, '
‘but', in weighty words, notwithstanding terse,
‘the Secret sits in the middle and knows.'