Human bodies are forever bound

to stardust. It is said that ashes

turn to ashes, but really, 

flesh turns to dust

turns to stars

turns to black holes 

turns to the digestion of light.

And here I am, walking around

with stomach cramps.

Yet how trite our daily lives

may seem in the grand sight of it all,

each and every single one of us

can carry the meaning 

of a thousand stars. 

And that’s half of what we see at night,

most poets would say there are millions 

and millions of them visible in the sky.

But honestly, there are just about

two thousand for the human eye to discover.

And that’s what we are, human.