Perfect Chemistry

By Sedona   

Let me feel your chemical skin,
Corrosive acid flows through your veins,
Heating your every touch.
They talk about "chemistry,"
But what they don't know
Is that

We are the children of the stars.

We were born from a cosmic explosion,
That created a symphony of sound
Out of unadulterated silence.

We were born from the stars themselves,
Predetermined.
Back when time held no meaning,
And the concept of home
Had not even been considered yet.

So tell me now,
If we are descendants of the stars,
And every breath we take
Is considered a miracle of science,
Why can't I believe that our simple chemistry
Is perfect?

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