Proxima centawri / Dead bodies

This cosmos made of stars

Logic fails to name

Spectacular and grateful

Of liquids, rocks and metals made

Unsolved for years, millions

That puzzle of enormous scale

Simple minor humans

Endless effort to explain

The black

That folds

The great white

The bottom of elements in life

How that black

Never fades to grey

Hymns in lowest octave

Macrocosm pray

Planets stars and red dwarfs

Of non simplex gigantic morphs

Countless orbits so strange

Admire the powers these arrange