A star is born; a star dies.
Bathed in throes of birth and death
a cold heaven neither shivers nor shakes,
but simply gleams bursts of life.
Whether first or last,
into a circle in wait-
bounds yet to be reached.
Beginning to end, fire and flame
frightful waves of power
and all that can be exists within such moments(--)
powers of creation(--) wherein will is an absent vapor,
love without the pale;
yet when such a creature-a love burdened life- beholds
then the cycle winds itself anew.
For it is then that love infects the stream
and a dream begins to live.
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