The Tale Behind the Tail
by Michael Doyle

Sometimes, behind the nucleus and its tail,
There is a deeper meaning, a tale within a tale.
There is a pervasive feeling in the cosmic track
Of an object that continuously makes its way back.

Some see this arbitrator as a bringer of life.
Others see a comet as a bringer of ordained strife.
For millennia, shooting stars have collided with atmosphere,
Springing forth as a matter of hope and fear.

We humans are a race that is damaged and broke,
But like the comets, we are wonderfully outspoken.
Looking out with perspective, they are poets in a way.
We must take care to hear what they have to say.

They are perpetually chasing after words from the universe.
Verbal collectibles that harmonize into unspoken verse.
These fleeting stars cross into our lives once or twice,
And they leave for interpretation what is shared as advice.

Speaking as they will on transformation and its change
As the nighttime skies continuously resort and rearrange.
Drifting through humanity's passage of time, they speak
As we look with eyes and lenses at what we might peek.

Fiery swords of ephemeral beauty define a glimpse to see
Of the coming days that fulfill what might be our destiny.
These are but beacons of understanding and enlightenment
Mankind has only begun to pierce its way into the firmament.

Curious comets, like crystal tresses, fill the nighttime skies.
It's all a thing of wonder, naked before our human eyes.
They wander through our galaxy with the muse of an unread book,
With a turn of the page, mankind takes it in for another look.

(c) July 25, 2025   Michael Doyle
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