Blink Beneath a Pulsar's Spin

We are a blink, a tiny star. A comma floating in the dark.

Less than 10,000 years of human flame. Less than 100 for the world's

new name. We never made it. We never shaped the spin.

We're just small travelers born within. So small in time, so small in

space. Humility etched in the cosmic face. Small

and large, near and far. We are the blink, they are the

star. Two stars orbit, a pair that began. A dance of

giants, no hand ever planned. Supernova blooms, not chosen,