Nebula…
a free verse poem on Nebula, stars, and someone in between

Summary
The web content is a free verse poem that reflects on the beauty and mystery of nebulae, the life cycle of stars, and the poet's identification with the cosmos.
Abstract
The poem "Nebula..." is a contemplative piece that explores the awe-inspiring nature of cosmic phenomena, particularly nebulae. It describes the vastness of these celestial structures, their distance in light-years, and the paradox of still being able to witness their beauty. The poem delves into the dynamic processes of the universe, such as the birth and death of stars, the formation and collapse of nebulae, and the cyclical nature of cosmic events. The speaker marvels at the towering pillars of cosmic dust and envisions mythical creatures traversing the galaxies. The poem culminates in a profound realization where the speaker identifies themselves as the cosmos, suggesting a deep connection with the universe. The author, Dr. Mehmet Yildiz, expresses gratitude to Illumination for publishing their work.
Opinions
ohh, clouds of dust in the sky, ohh giant nebula, several light-years away, but how am I still seeing you?
ohh, towers of cosmic dust, ohh, those pillars of daze, some mythical creature, perhaps, fluttering its wings, flying across galaxies, bending through black holes, but how am I still imagining you?
ohh, the shining conglomerate of colors, stars explode, stars die, nebulas form, stars regenerate, stars take birth, nebulas collapse, this beginning and end, goes round in cycles, and I keep the track, of them all.
ohh, and who am I, i am the cosmos!
Thank you, Dr. Mehmet Yildiz, and all the editors at Illumination for sheltering so many of my stuff, here!
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