The North Star questions the skies

If we seek to determine our superiority,
from amongst the cosmos lights,
lest we fortify a delusion of a lesser star,
who amongst us lacks the self-absorptivity,
to claim veneration rights?
Is one less worthy as a pulsar, or more as a quasar?
Consider the Centaur, Chiron, asteroid, or comet.
Tail bright and always flying,
Shining like a silver bird destined to elude.
Consider Luna Moon, with no luminosity on it,
yet to be like a star, pining,
to reflect Helios Sun’s magnitude.
Consider the All-Mother Earth,
Tellus Mater, yet a child by the relations,
of the known universe, relations we interweave.
By her, the starry heaven was given birth,
in dreams of mortal man, relative in stations
The minds of poets, who are we to conceive?
and if love is as life is, reborn and forever,
Is it the red giant, with its massive size,
or the pulsar, with its mesmerizing beat?
To decide, who are we to endeavor?
Perhaps the white dwarf, with its shining demise,
or the black hole, with its powerful retreat.
Is it the super-giant, with its luminous blaze,
or the neutron star, with its intense gravity?
who can claim the stellar crown,
Maybe the quasar, with its energetic craze,
or the brown dwarf, with its subtle majesty.
Who can mesmerize, who can astound,
Each with its own unique and wondrous form,
all contributing to the cosmic symphony.
Every star, every rock, every space oddity,
Yet, in the grand scheme, we are but a norm,
mere players in this celestial fantasy.
Who deserves to be proclaimed a deity?
Out of chaos, dark energy comes together,
in life and death, perpetually reborn, life eternal.
Love is born then light, out of the night, Nyx and Erebus,
Let us seek the poet’s mind so that we might live forever.
Let us seek to guide us the meek, the minor orbital,
to decide, who is worthy of adoration, Us.
We like Ouroboros, and the Milky Way, are too often,
self-appointed, the heart of the universe, center stage.
Let us reside in the heavens, and seek in our quest,
those souls who dwell next to us, less than common,
humble, and modest within the sphere of influence to engage.
They begin anew before they end and judge us best.

The North Star questions the skies: Poem 2

If we seek to determine our superiority,
from amongst the cosmos lights,
lest we fortify a delusion of a lesser star,
who amongst us lacks the self-absorptivity,
to claim veneration rights?
Is one less worthy as a pulsar, or more as a quasar?
Consider the Centaur, Chiron, asteroid, or comet.
Tail bright and always flying,
Shining like a silver bird destined to elude.
Consider Luna Moon, with no luminosity on it,
yet to be like a star, pining,
to reflect Helios Sun’s magnitude.
Consider the All-Mother Earth,
Tellus Mater, yet a child by the relations,
of the known universe, relations we interweave.
By her, the starry heaven was given birth,
in dreams of mortal man, relative in stations
The minds of poets, who are we to conceive?
and if love is as life is, reborn and forever,
Is it the red giant, with its massive size,
or the pulsar, with its mesmerizing beat?
To decide, who are we to endeavor?
Perhaps the white dwarf, with its shining demise,
or the black hole, with its powerful retreat.
Is it the super-giant, with its luminous blaze,
or the neutron star, with its intense gravity?
who can claim the stellar crown,
Maybe the quasar, with its energetic craze,
or the brown dwarf, with its subtle majesty.
Who can mesmerize, who can astound,
Each with its own unique and wondrous form,
all contributing to the cosmic symphony.
Every star, every rock, every space oddity,
Yet, in the grand scheme, we are but a norm,
mere players in this celestial fantasy.
Who deserves to be proclaimed a deity?
Out of chaos, dark energy comes together,
in life and death, perpetually reborn, life eternal.
Love is born then light, out of the night, Nyx and Erebus,
Let us seek the poet’s mind so that we might live forever.
Let us seek to guide us the meek, the minor orbital,
to decide, who is worthy of adoration, Us.
We like Ouroboros, and the Milky Way, are too often,
self-appointed, the heart of the universe, center stage.
Let us reside in the heavens, and seek in our quest,
those souls who dwell next to us, less than common,
humble, and modest within the sphere of influence to engage.
They begin anew before they end and judge us best.