A Slight Kink in the Field

Clumps rich in gas,
Pink, light, and gold,
Long ropes like veins
Rise from the field.

It’s just a guess,
A bright slide show
For how the first
Stars were—what? Birthed?

You put in code
All that you know
And hope you know,
Then play the show.

It does seem sure
That, to start stars,
Space-time needs some
Flaw in the field.