Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars.
we are made of star matter
thoughts of the cosmos melded in a dark rush of creation
slipping into consciousness
swirled through the galaxy
across time and space
spreading out and seeding
was it considered?
did it know? did it count the cost?
space is terrible, vast and silent
and supposed to be empty
but there are places a star once lived
and called it home
would the memories fade
or does the imprint linger in the airless endless night time
does it even now move in trailing vapor
mysterious and ethereal
remembering how much it loved being a star
*artwork by mehau kulyk*