In slumber now and thence to dream
of space-time's stirred and curving sweep,
where stellar furies set agleam
the velvet thrall of endless deep.
Here among a billion suns,
solo Klieg cued nascent spark.
Ensuing life o'er eon runs
ere treading path of torpid dark.
Adorned in crystal, its bequest—
fusion's fire did else abate—
bejeweled then, this orb compressed,
fields of diamonds lie and wait.
Yet perish need to search the endless skies—
diamonds sparkle here in lovely eyes.
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