My lines of strata

For I was flung across the face of space,
from the womb,
conceived, from the boiling birthing pool.
Bouncing like ducks and drakes,
wider cosmos as a playground.
Time to form my character,
bombarded, and formed a resilience,
Gave me the magnetic field, to summon friends,
a gospel to sing, be new and mint.
Radiation emitting strobes that lie invisible.
My journey from the sight of solid state
each glimpse, for I am the Medusa's gaze.
The power to encapsulate,
turn a statue to a block of slate,
As man will change my shape
quarry, mine me, but be the ultimate artisan.
Eons to maturity
carry on do as I please.
Always hold the lines of strata
the ever alma mater