despite the fact that we are made from science
skin and bones
we must admire the galaxy and
all the parts it loans
for we are made of more than hardened muscles
for toils
and when we anger we are more than
simple blood that boils
our heads are made of more than
a skull and a brain
the things that subside in us are not
nearly as plain
we must know that deep inside of us mixes,
we must,
a special brew of magic stuff known
as stardust
so maybe when we die we are not just leaving
where we are
perhaps we're going home, becoming one
with our star
