All Will Unite: An Epithalamium

by Rafaël Newman All will unite—no sooner had our world Combusted (see “The Big Bang”) than it sought Accretion of the bits that had been hurled To every corner (where there once was naught, One nanosecond previous, un-warmed By ours or any other burning stars, Un-lit by lunar satellite), and formed, In steady labour, suns…