The stars will blow out they say
tho none have seen one up close
or this far away for that matter.
And for now the center still holds
the “deep heart’s core” burns on
of course tempered with age.
The tool worn and bent its handle
once forged so hot to the touch
now almost cold the closer you come.
The further astray and adrift
solo in space in your egg shaped
spiral lost in your milky way.
Why nine chains to the moon?
Because things arranged in threes
allow a mysterious symmetry.