Our souls are made of stardust.
Our limbs echo out for light years.
Our bodies have escaped the black hole.
We are in the here and now.
In the infinite present.
And when we are no longer here,
No longer in charge of our energy,
Our matter is born again.
Not from ash to ash.
But from star to star.
Born again,
Into a kind and never ending cosmos.
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Divinity and Us
PoetryPoems regarding the nature of the cosmos and the purpose of man.
