O astral body, stelliform, sidereal,
Effulgent, coruscating, incandescent,
Relucent, scintillating, iridescent,
Yet tiny, seeming almost immaterial,
I speculate as to your composition:
A constant thermonuclear reaction
Of plasma bound by gravity’s attraction
Until destroyed by entropy’s attrition.
How high above our world is your abode!
The light that reaches us is conical,
The distance truly astronomical
To travel down that vast galactic road.
By what dark forces is your radiance bent
Before we wish upon you with such hope?
A metastable carbon allotrope
That glitters brightly in the firmament.
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