Sons of God, sons of space

stars are more than they physics appear

stars' perforations brilliantly burning
into fabric of dark matter
whose illuminations envelope surround and consume
black fallen suns
entrusted to holding the weighty cold of space at bay
portals to other kingdoms' dimensional spaces
infinitely cloaked mysteries
designed consigned by God's gravity
to burst into sunshine radiation rays
though these be invisible to our naked eye
they, these stellar wonders, pleasantly warm us
and all at the appropriate distance per Goldilocks's decree
to lead the intelligent mind of man
ever transforming, pulsating, an' rotating
in magnetic conglomeration and harmony with galaxies
they dance in orbited pairs, some,
they explode to create new worlds, some
though varying in magnitude, all
whether dwarf or giant, red, white or blue
these wonderful shining suns produce from their elemental dust,
precious metals and gold,
and then again cyclical renewals,
new hydrogen helium sons' repeated births
whose ignition at critical mass by gravity's implosion
whose revolution's spinnings, seemingly oblivious of mere man
gladly willingly illuminate the vastness,
they leap out with fiery tongues,
million mile's flaming flares' lengths

sons of space, sons of God
unfathomly hot, millions degrees marks,
cosmic oceans of fission's fusion's fires, plasma's ire
raging links over light year's distance twinkling far reaches
like strings of celebration's lights an' super clusters milky way thick
like strands of galaxies arms spiraling elliptical an' such
scattered quasars of nova bursts, holy heaven's portal gates
immeasurable unearthly thresholds light divine beyond
light undefined, non physicality, non earth electron
immaterial anti gamma, anti x-ray, angel's sustenance
stars' perforations brilliantly burning into fabric of dark matter
whose illuminations envelope surround and consume
their unleashed solar winds' flicks' worth of intrastellar warmth
to furthest reaches in coldness of space' absolute zero points
where regions of atomic vibration lose their freedom
that space might dance in the light of trillions of suns

sons of space, sons of God
guardian stars of space fearless soldiers
that stand against the maws of black holes' ravenous appetites
whose sole purpose of rebel cause thoughout our fallen universe
exists in swallowing worlds and that which falls into their snares
stars' perforations brilliantly burning
into fabric of dark matter
whose illuminations envelope surround and consume
black fallen suns
entrusted to holding the weighty cold of space at bay