As a quazar pulsates throwing, an endless frequencee of waves, electromagnetics, tells of your ancient ways.
A super nova explodes and, your tasrzeric pulsating heat is born, from an ancient distance, you come like a storm.
Your radiation, reveals not your age, but the distance of, the expance of your maze.
And when your neutrenois, touch my heart, it tells me of worlds, you've torn apart.
Like a quazar, you pulsate with life's grace, for very few, have seen your face.
beyond a spectrum, your colors reach, magnetic radiating waves, is the history you teach.
your microwaves, throw up a storm, telling the universe, when you were born.
And though all eternity, comes together in you, you malisa, are a cosmic stew.
And the universe, is your home, for through it your matter, did once roam.
By Donald L Holmes
