Object M16- The Pillars of Creation

He who created all things, and bears up the pillars of creation, hath now become so weak, that He must be carried by a woman! – Charles Spurgeon

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Here — in the absolute zero of space — fireworks!
Look how the crucibles of creation, 
those million coloured fingers that stretch light years — 
force fusion, squeeze hydrogen, become 
furnaces of light birthing suns.
Yes, they birth suns — which means they are dying.
With each new star the pillars suffer:
erosion, cremation, photoevaporation.
All creation has a sacrifice.
All creation has a birth.

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All creation has a Mother.

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Why am I remembering now the star-empty nights?
When — having crossed the event horizon of my mind,
I would run to you. 
You would take me close, lie down by my bedside, 
like stars strewn across midnight’s floor, 
lit only by the mosquito light’s red dwarf glow.
I would wake the next day, your only trace
the gentle warmth in my hands, 
slowly cooling into the universe.