We Are Everything
Billions of stars where born
and millions of planets where formed
in this celestial background we call our home.
Packed neatly together in a spiral of grace,
the stars orbiting a hole that's blacker than space.
Outside of the gravity through travel and time,
you will find billions more like them but never the same kind.
sooner or later these stars will die,
consuming all the energy they built up through time.
This may be a death, but it was the birth of us,
as we were made from this explosive star dust.
Strange, the uniqueness of man corrupts some minds too blind to see,
that this universe is larger than our minds could have believed.
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