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[for Lady Cara]

Look skyward and then starward---
to the ancient and incandescent
furnaces of elemental existence,
from the nebular dust coalescent
assembled by gravitas, each
a rebuke to the absolute zero of entropy;
fusion of hydrogen to helium,
radiative and convective
to the always enlarging center,
main sequence luminosity
(energy equals mass times
the speed of light in centimeters, squared);
ignition of helium fusion,
the core destabilized into
the sudden ejection of matter,
the elementary constituents
at escape velocity---
and again another rebuke to entropy,
and darkness is still only starlit night,
spectrums of beauty, irridescent,
gathered by her human, mortal eye.
Moving at the speed and confidence
of the long distance runner,
jogging, then trotting, then walking, then pausing
to pant the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide---
every nuance of her flesh has emerged
from the stars whose energied have expired,
though perhaps their light still travels toward her,
the present contemplating its past,
the past hurrying toward its future,
to be the image of her body in her mind,
the laws of physics recombinant in DNA:
in her, only, the Universe contemplates itself.
Later tonight, in a soft light,
the highlights in her hair will shimmer,
with a long party dress glistening around her,
as translucent silk stockings ensheathe
the pleasure of shoelessness embodied
(a pair of stilleto heels ejected to some corner of the room).
For her, the poets have constellated the sky;
for her the stars have emerged from primorial chaos.
The brevity of her existence on this planet
becomes the climax of unnumbered epochs.
On behalf of the stars, and as their climax,
she feels the passage of the least of moments,
and connects the contours and counters of beauty
into the most intricate of patterns,
stored in the sacred penetralia
of her self.

Starward

[jlc]