“The cells of our bodies are like candle flames,
Their atoms constantly replaced by new ones.
Only their structures live on.”
I’m burning up –
Yet being replaced instantly and constantly.
I’m also a flower –
In flower –
A bouquet in bloom –
A gift to myself.
I’m composed of about an octillion atoms
Walking around in my own modest interstellar space –
Sometimes, I spin out of control –
Like a supernova
Or a black hole
Depending upon which side you’re facing.
I know nothing, I know everything,
I know some things –
Modest in my enlightenment
I’ve also been accused of enlightened modesty.
One of our secrets, traditionally, has been love –
Hiding everywhere and nowhere –
Over and under our eyelids –
And deep in our – beat, beat, beating – hearts.
I want everyone to stop – just for an instant –
So love can finally appear in all its glory!
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