In the dust of stars
we sit and breathe.
in the dust of stars
we grow
from the dust of stars
our star was formed
once formed from the dust of stars
our Earth
from its own dust and liquid love
boiled
to make us
Genesis of beauty from beauty
Process that in chain begins
Chain that successions ties
And what be power to successions?
And what be wealth to successions?
the genesis of one is the genesis
of the next: that way
succession goes
that way the Earth in throes
though in pain and suffering
yet brings forth from it all!
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