What is the gesture of the stars
that guides philosophers to find
theophany for all mankind?
They do deserve the pyramids
to cast long shadows on the Nile,
and mark the journey mile by mile.
We came of stars, protonic dust
encircling the Milky Way,
and we return again one day.
So it is fitting that we ask,
what is the service stars entreat,
that even time may not defeat?
Till we are stardust once again,
upon the earth our soul must dwell.
The stars implore we tend it well.
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