Dust

You and me just must

share some dust from the same star

and maybe our star

was related to other

stars, the ones that we still see

reminding us where we’re from

and if we’re lucky,

of where we’ll return

once the sun burns out

and if it turns out

I’m wrong, how could it matter

we’ll be forever

together in nothingness

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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