Fishing for stars

There are no monsters in the deep,
Though marvelous conceptions sleep

And swim and spawn, pursuing pleasure
In canyons we have yet to measure.

Beneath the ocean's saline crush,
Invention thrives on nature's rush

To mother critters, gross and slight,
That eat each other, day and night.

Relativity suggests
Profound attraction never rests;

It fathers warps in time and space
Out of matter's mass and pace.

(Binaries cannot agree
On theories of fidelity:

Which star circles which, and how
Low to curtsy, when to bow.)

Imagine particles so small
They largely don't exist at all,

Except as energy and mass
Combined as something less than gas.

Glowing darkly in a jar:
Fish eggs that can hatch a star.

Howard Brown

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