Stardust

It seems that we

are millions of miles

from where we began.

 

Light years of endless empty space

between who we were

and who we are

and who we will be.

 

Our orbits faintly out of sync,

coming within a stones throw

(as far as galaxies go)

only to separate again

as our predetermined paths

lay out, incongruent, and non-paralleled

across the dark, untold depths

of this universe of our making.

Who will we be

when our paths may cross again?

 

And yet,

stepping outside this simplistic,

two-dimensional view,

of what we are,

and who we are,

and where we are

 

We realize that

our paths have been traveling along

together this entire time.

Through this crepuscule

our cosmic blueprints

have been the same.

Our carbon copies

carbon copies

of carbon, copied

again and again

as stardust gives birth

to countless breaths.

 

We realize at once

that we are the architects

and we are the ziggurat.

We are the creators,

and we are the created.

We are the stardust,

and we are also the stars.

 

This universe

and all that dwells within

are born from our stardust

and born on our backs

because this universe

and all that dwells within

were born precisely

by us.

 

For us.

 

And with this knowledge,

the light years of space,

the immeasurable darkness,

and the distance between

who we were

and who we are

and who we will be

 

Seems nothing more than

an infinitesimal, momentary blip

along this journey we are on together

as we walk hand-in-hand

across the endless,

unfathomable wonder

of this cosmos

built for two.

 

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