Made of Stars (and Poetry?)

A long time ago, the first stars - and those that followed - ended their lives in tremendously energetic explosions, creating every single piece of what we are made of, and ultimately leading to you reading this.

Tuesday, 5 February 2008

Stars

For eternity we’ve dreamed
Stared.
Seeking light.
Purity.
Stars as Gods.

And an eternity it took
To realize
Purity, god, light and wonder
Are no more
Than the Hellest Hell.
Stars.
Posted by David R. S. G. Sobral at 17:16
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