From Stars

Our bodies are made from stars, The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne, The dispelled chemistry of supernovas. Trillions of years old, Trillions of miles traveling, We are children of spacetime. Our bodies are made from stars, Our psyche emerged like fire From star formulas of life’s order. Spontaneous beings, We always were and will be. Our bodies are made from stars, Any omnipresent maker certainly expected Our rollout in animated evolution, And positioned us opposing The universal drift toward chaos. But assembled with molecules, What then is our place in the universe? Our bodies are made from stars.