Lullaby
This is a song of repose
In these times that are
Anything but peaceful
The center cracks and
We spin out of control
For we are nothing but
Form born of menace and
Provocation shaped as it
Pushes us to expand like
A galaxy whirling through
Space with arms spiraling
In luminous bands of stars
And gas and dust amid dark
Matter from our formation
Dying stars rupture hurling
Explosive remains to seed
The universe while this
Lullaby soothes the din
To help us find quiet
Among the uproar