Gypsum Powder

You and I are what's left of the Big Bang

All else has been smashed together again

Mixed and abhorred until it no longer resembles the

Stardust from which it was made

But you, you, you, you

That sparkle in your eyes

These molecules remember it

The sight of a thousand stars born in an instant

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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