The Stepwise Palace - a FSVO sequence
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In the deep past, all was primal gas,
The exhalation of the fading roar
Of Universe’s birth, but soon the mass
Of the first uncouth stars made at their core
A host of heavy atoms, and the spoor
Of their explosive deaths made all the land
And water, all of rich CREATION’S store.
O, ye that wander, sift the ocean’s sand:
How many ancient stars are nestled in your hand?