All we knew at the beginning was the preciousness
of our combined strength, of the iron at our core.

Oxygen, carbon, and nitrogen mingled together
with intense heat, with unquenchable fire.

Two points of light, each caught in the gravity
of the mutual attraction, of the heavenly dance:

A pirouette, circling to a pas de deux, adagio–
Swirling like glittering tulle in the blackness of space.

Suns beget sons when this threshold is overstepped
The Chandrasekhar limit seals their fate.

The heaviness of being, the pressure of the heart
finally expose the true nature of this sacrifice.

When we burst into a supernova, there will be gold.

When we explode into pieces, there can be life.