always everything
Always everything
A cleaner is dusting
my bookshelf
little does she know
the dust is my relatives
but I know
the dust will be back
tomorrow
The awe we sense
when looking up
a starlit night
is the knowledge
the universe is us
So, the scientists
tell us
We are stardust
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