Stardust Kin

I am not merely flesh and bone—

I’m borrowed stardust, overthrown

From dying suns in distant skies

That flared their last in fire and cries.

This hand I raise, this breath I draw,

Are legacies of astral law—

Of atoms forged in stellar pyres,

Then flung through dark on ghostly wires.

Perhaps my blood once pulsed in kings,

Or soared on alien silver wings;

A poet’s sigh, a comet’s tail,

A dream that crossed a solar gale.

We’re kin, you see—in dust, in flame—

Not bound by birth, nor marked by name.

The cosmos lends, the cosmos takes,

And from its ash, each being wakes.

So if I seem a stranger still,

Just know I house some ancient will.

A universe within me spins—

Of star-born bones and stardust sins.