Cosmology is romantic

Listen to the death cry of stars lost in oblivion
Hear them weep, what melodious sound
Swept into a vortex of endless night
And there, await rebirth.
Cosmic seeds, hence sown by unknown hand
Persist despite the void, the vacuum
To spring forth in light and frission
Into landscapes of boundless stardust
The soil from which we emerge into being, into



consciousness



And then there was light