Birth in a blast
First cosmic flower
Something vibrated
It grew fast
Died out
Gave birth to another flower
Something died
Crashed in on it self
Exhaled life
Pulse of life
Pulse of death
Pulse like heartbeats
Birth in beautiful light
Born out of darkness
Swirling clouds
Matter that matters
Falling in on it self
Can we shine
Shine like the Stars
Like our fathers
Like our mothers
Endless light
Endless darkness
Endless rebirth
An interesting change of pace and tone from this author’s usual concerns.