Earendel
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This morning star exploded in the dark
Of ancient space, exploded, formed and shone
Before the orbs that we have known, a stark
And massive light across the blackest zone
Of untold hugeness, fundamental space.
Now billions of uncounted red shift light years
We see it later. There had been no trace
Of it, yet Earendel was there. It had no peers.
It blazed alone, this royal morning star.
No pain resulted since no creatures saw
It. What exists now is the faintest scar
Of infrared still shining from the maw
That belched it out. In fact it is a ghost
Of stellar light, a stellar slur at most.
~ Phillip Whidden