What Made Us Poem by Spencer Lewinson

Born from the violence of gravity.
Destroying the once lifeless orb of life.
Two strangers crossing paths from depravity.

My blood is in your and yours is in mine.
Relatively we became relatives,
living together in our own divine.

The recipes for life landed on you.
I am not the creator, I am just the chef.
Turning your tides, I made your land a brew.

No stopping us now, there is no solar ref.
Life thrives on you and I evolve alone,
while I just orbit lifeless and deaf.

Your souls walk on me, I awake with a groan.
Your people weather me, I'm not alone.