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Malcolm E. Wright


In the small hours,
When all normal people are asleep,
I attach myself to my infinite eye,
And I observe the infirm firmament.
I like to look at the stuttering stars;
They stick in my mind.
In my infinite eye,
Their colours are amplified.
Some of these heavenly bodies roam the sky...
Most live in families.
Some stars have regular moods-
Sometimes they are bright,
Sometimes they are dull.
A few are less predictable.

And rarely,
A star,
Torn apart by the forces in and around it,
Will open itself up to the universe...
And for an astronomical moment
It shines brighter than any other....