Poetry of The Birth of Stars

All these lines are not easy for me, though they come through swift consideration. I am torn apart by love's shear tides as if by gravity, yet I somehow retain the position to describe my plight.

Fusion and accretion likely look similar from certain perspectives, though their potential for life sustained differs greatly. I seek to spark, not to be torn apart. The difference in the fractal result lies in the delicate parameters and paths of the collapse of that which mattered in the moment before.

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