Poem
From stardust you came, a red dwarf’s cast- off,
blown into the void,
like a ring of tobacco smoke
rising in a far-off bar room.
Spiralling and drifting, coalescing and contracting,
as gravity, relentless and cloying,
dragged and squeezed,
pressed and flattened.
Until that dusty disc, incandescent and throbbing,
clustered in globules of hazy matter
of which you, the embodiment of being,
arose, and will rise
again and again.
This is the only immortality,
existing for a mere moment in eternity.
We are particles of dust
in an infinite arena,
nothing of consequence.
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