Stardust

Then the broken matter fled
in all directions, dust trailing behind.

And now I stand on a great wet rock
warmed by your rays, my cousin
Sun, kin to a grandmother
far too great to be named in full. Perhaps

she is the one I saw last night,
twinkling faintly beyond the moon,
she who passed this way
many ages hence

and left us here, remnants of a shattered star,
each blinking at the other
as we drift through the vast dark.

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