Before time’s birth,
When the waters swirled under the Spirit,
Stars bursting; powers warring;
Crystal spheres resounding; irrelevant.
Two to turn, balanced together,
Requiting in a circular reply.
Each resolution arcing in raw orbit,
Created in perpetual twirling motion.
Forever stirring – firmness founded on fluidity.
Their repetition curves around a centre;
A drawing purity – the one real Lover’s heart
That ventures to arouse in binary
A pair revolving truly as a trio.
Until the world, so separate from their circuit,
Will in fire burn with that Return;
A resplendent monotony of revolution.

This poem is about binary stars. If that wasn't obvious. I think it would be more obvious if I didn't mention "stars bursting" as somehow separate from the creation of these two twirling stars... or if I mentioned stars any other time but that, which somehow REALLY makes them separate. Sigh. Suggestions?

I don't like how many semicolons are in this - but I was trying very hard to make the grammar work. I think I failed.

Also: I was reading Paradise Lost over and over and over two days before I wrote this... and I think that the influence is incredibly obvious. XD

I've recently been obsessed with binary stars, and this poem has been forming in the margins of my brit lit 2 notebook... poor Dr. Nelson, I'm not listening to a word he says...