December

Issue 51

They said it would kill us, This massive, hidden sun, Merging stellar matter In a celestial Rumba. They said we would burn, Prophets proclaimed, Constructing Hell's gates With kindling oration. They said time had run out, Scientists explained. Accretion's mad fusion feeds the monster within. They said we would perish, Bathed in gamma-ray blasts, And the Earth would dissolve In an inferno-wrapped grave. Implosion—explosion—insertion, Penetrates our inner molecular cloud. A river of caustic agony if retained, A radiance of starlight if released. Each soul's inner, hidden core Exposed by His supernova rays.