the bittersweet taste of humility touches my tongue
and scalds my mouth, merciless and unforgiving
when I ponder the thought that I am the speck of a speck
drifting along, unknowing and unhindered
when I think of our true genesis, of our origins
that we are just the residue of eons upon silent eons
of violent, paramount celestial commotion
I feel terribly small but utterly invincible
for we are not humans, with mortal desires
but stardust, erupted from ancient catastrophes.
we died in supernovae, incomprehensibly far away
in a lifetime so distant we can’t capture its ghost
yet here we are, living our afterlives blindly
unaware that we once were the source of our light.