Star Stuff

I was born of a singularity – A 14 billion year-old silent explosion, Minuscule yet massive; Unimaginably dense I somehow expanded – An infinite void, Spawning colorful clouds Of cosmic gas and dust I was trillions of blinding stars Collapsing and exploding, Raining elemental sparks Across the great expanse I suddenly became stable, Pressed by invisible forces; Molten from trembling plates; Cooled and carved by moving ice I was synthesized in the oceans – A hopeful spiraling helix, Single celled and brainless, Growing ever more complex I was a bipedal stranger, Learning of tools and fire; I hunted and fished the earth, Uttering the first of human sounds I am the universe in deep contemplation; I am consciousness sprung from the inanimate; I am carbon-based collection of stardust, United with myself in the vastness of space.