200: 3 stars die, 3 similes share a verse, 1 toilet break

With thanks to Boy for his scientific musings!

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Mist rises to sheep midriff

They bundle up the steep field-side

Settle under the hazel tree, survey

Perimeters of moor-land and water-vapour

192

Open moor-land lapses

Into mist that sidles up

Over everything but peaks

And treetops

193

Woken by bladder pressure

Padding past the landing window

Sleepy eyes marvel at the

Silvering scenic sky

194

Point toes back towards bed

And follow them under the duvet

Where your warmth and rest are

Waiting, just slump into it

195

There is the boat moored waiting

At the lakeshore where I left it

This dream like a holiday destination

A revisit to a comfort zone

196

This enchantment of sleep puts

Me under fast, holds me fast

I will be reluctant to break the grip

The seductive comfortable mesmerisation

197

Hard to know at any hour if the dream

Is a distracting lie, or an alternative

Truth, either way it is experienced

It is, clearly, a personal reality

198

From white to black the solo

Dwarfing star has spun itself

Out, settles to a retirement phase

Of being a giant lump of carbon

199

Counterbalanced in a binary system

Sister-stars squabble over possession of energy

The predictable repercussion slams

Compacts internal atoms to a singularity

200

Like echoes in a cathedral, like bullets in

A vault, particular events vibrate, they

Ricochet, like gamma rays exploding though

Every level of your construction

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