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night sky, a star-spray of mother’s milk
of points of light as bright as your last kiss
in its spray certain densities exist
—knots in space; in them space insists
that nebulae twist and pulses race
in them you might even make out
articulations of another’s face—
of one concealed behind a veil of exploding lace
attitude is key, and grace
but when Andromeda and the Milky way collide
things will change, status quos will not abide
and in terms of hearts there would be tears
but we needn’t be concerned for us
since astrophysicists who’ve counted well
tell us this disaster will not happen
for four billion years
I thank time (this time)
for stalling at least one
of the many aches it bears
Jim Culleny
12/8/14
Blink 