Stars Collapse

Have you ever thought about How we are dead stars — Living, recycled Fragments of stellar explosions? Or about hemoglobin? That iron core of our blood Carries our breath With each heartbeat, Sustaining our journey Through mitotic decay And meiotic rebirth. That same iron was A stellar core once, Whose ferrous mass, Like some metallic cancer, Was the harbinger of Its collapse and death.

Did you know that Gold is made in the Merging of neutron stars and Violence of hypernovae? That auric glitter narrowly escapes Black holes’ all-consuming Event horizons in relativistic jets. Maybe that’s why Some folks try to fill the Abyssal void of avarice with gold — It escaped where light cannot. They spill iron blood With iron weapons Just to get their hands on Never enough.

Have you ever considered The Endosymbiont Theory? How our mitochondrial DNA Differs from our own? Mitochondria were eaten once, Billions of years ago. Instead of becoming Entropic, cosmic metabolites, They merged with their consumers — Recycled, unicellular stardust, Instinctively eating to survive. Now our cells Depend on mitochondrial energy So our minds can Wander, and wonder if We are really alone.

When I chance a glance at The tapestry of trillions of stars — Some like ours — From our stardust sphere, I wonder how unique Intelligent life can be. Stars are great inspiration for Conscious contemplation on Our place in the omniverse When positive change For our habitat feels Lightyears away.