A galaxy, the type that's spiral barred,
is based in Horologium the Clock,
whose circle center is profusely starred
with infant clusters in celestial flock.
Its ‘circumnuclear' galactic core
so vast in span it's said to be unique
is known as starburst ring, with open door
to poetry's ineffable mystique.
The myriad creations brought to mind
with solar systems newly born at times
begetting worlds for beings redesigned
are limned in musings, rimmed in lyric rhymes
where mortals make a heaven or a hell,
too many for a sonnet's lines to tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully crafted; that's I enjoyed