Planetoid Collision Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm a detective in amongst the stars
careering through the galaxies by white dwarfs
looking for just the right one to explore
a system: life isn't a dead seafloor.

10-lagers in an angelic sphere descends
she, being, exactly, what she portends
her face her eyes a new phenomenon,
an angel in disguise, wearing chiffon-

And pretending to be only human
letting me know one day, we'll have fusion
a planetoid collision making us
nil and void: alone quite-superfluous.