Fractal Geometries, Quantum Foam

Nova
Sweeping trails of stardust
define galactic lanes
Swirling clouds of gases
obscure starlight blaze
Pulsing push of great star death
blows bubbles in a void

Neutron Star
Collapsing shells of fiery hell
pound out neutrons beat
While masses inconceivable
produce etheric hum
Catastrophic chemistry
gives birth to future form

Black Hole
Hidden in bright glory
stripping life from stars
Galactic sinkhole ravages
photospheric slums
A mystery in obsidian
both miniscule and huge

Consciousness
Arrayed against the cosmic
the energetic dark
The strangeness of the vacuum
the ever burning light
Our small bright spark of reason
will conquer these, in time

The Defender
He stands prepared in every way, to meet the ravening hordes
A host of mighty weapons, but not of spears or swords
Just one alone we find him, ‘midst teeming types unlike
Among successful giants, almost unnoticed tyke.

When they crowd around the stranger, he loiters by, aloof
The task they try cannot be his, he seeks a different truth
A destiny made grander, by value of the prize
His fate is plainly to be used, defender of their lives

In times of systematic peace, when those about him meet
He wanders by, impressing none, tuned to a different beat
But time will come, he feels down deep, his might severely tried
Will he stand fast, irresolute or will he run and hide?

He floats in mighty blood red streams, seeking out his goal
An alien contaminant, an artificial shoal
The currents now distorted, excitement starts to build
He knows he will be good at this, although he’s never killed

The monster’s there, horrific sight, distended ugly growth
Attacking all, no quarter drawn, corrupt or kill or both!
A moment’s hesitation, his armory to prepare
With mighty cry he jumps upon the dragon in his lair.

The dragon grins, satanic leer and wraps around him whole
He feels the pain of compromise, like daggers through his soul
But deep inside, (he knows his stuff) when virus tendrils near
A tiny little pack of death lays waiting, purpose clear

As evil fingers rip his skin, he feels his end is close
Death’s got him, but his riposte, a truly deadly dose
As he breaks down, will reach right out, from his dormant shell
To seize the deadly virus, and send it straight to Hell

So when you sneeze or blow your nose, the loathsome mess you see
Is not just snot or gorby scum, disgusting you and me
This bodily ejecta, unwanted I can tell
Consists of lots of corpses, including one T. Cell