UY Scuti doesn’t bother with small talk.
stretches across parsecs
like red dust on the Simpson
unapologetic and patient.
it’s seen empires collapse without fuss
(stars don’t flinch at headlines) and
solar tantrums burn themselves out
like pub yarns at closing.
magnanimous, not out of virtue, but size.
when you’re the benchmark for “bloody massive,”
you don’t measure in lightyears—
you wait for time to blink.
we point telescopes like kids
holding torches towards something
that does not need to be understood to be wise.
UY Scuti knows better than any of us—
the distance between here and humility is cosmic.
.
Re-reading again, and not for
Re-reading again, and not for the last time, I continue to be amazed.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
It's rarely that feedback is
It's rarely that feedback is given on subsequent readings, and for this comment, i am ever thankful.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
This is a great homage to a
This is a great homage to a massive star!
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Many thanks, Starspared. Much
Many thanks, Starspared. Much appreciated
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver