A supernova and its host
galactic grace the cosmic sky
in constellation Sculptor's most
evocative to Hubble's eye,
the telescope, that is to say,
depiction rendered splendidly
is for our survey on display
in cosmic skies unendedly
stelliferous in my daydreams
amidst the reams of astral streams
in constellations' star regimes
which oft have mythologic themes.
How pertinent the Sculptor rings
to starry gazer such as I
who muses whence the artwork springs
in vastness of celestial sky.
A dot at center pinkish bright
of supernova's being speaks,
while minor galaxies in sight
invite some further stellar peeks.
The burst sidereal above
galactic spiral in the view
nearby the central glow thereof
is next to brilliant patches blue
of stars within this distant world
and other clustered ones as well
on velvet black superbly pearled,
a seeming wondrous place to dwell…
And yet if we'd but feel the awe
how magic could this earth appear,
a perfect realm with not a flaw
unless it's of our making here.
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