Operation Ra, Star Army Poem by Julia Luber

Soft wind of breath and tumbled waves sweeps stars into form.
A rushing force twinkling out of control, disclosing its whereabouts.
No secrets to shy from. No promises in rank nor vigilant operation to keep.
Amorphous, swirling, falling in and out. At ease-they dim, quiet, even fall
asleep. Report to duty. Light switch. Heavens erupt while the sun outlines
their commotion, gathering them together as one: to fight. Operation Ra.