COSMIC RELIQARY
Dancers, dancing, in crystalline amber,
Fighting the flow of molecular stasis;
Eight thousand, ten thousand years in making
Their ritual, primitive, delicate paces.
Swimmers, swimming, through old slow stone,
Beating their fins in the bubbling rock;
Ten million, twelve million, years in cresting,
Sedimentary waves in limestone blocks.
Old light, streaming, down from creation,
Great galaxies beaming through chasms of years;
Two billion, three billion, light years in coming
From dead stars that are no longer there.
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