Stars - Poem by Maureen Travers
We are made of stars,
Origins of the infinite,
Atoms combined in beauteous ways,
Gods in our own creation.
We are the essence of thought,
The macrocosmic circus ring,
Round a universal nucleus.
We are the speed of light,
No limit to our needless ambition
To be the stuff of stars.
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