POEM #17
In the 1980 book Cosmos by Carl Sagan, he writes “We are made of starstuff.” The first time I heard this was from some internet marketing guru as part of some giant personal development machine and sure, it sounded nice but I cast it as the next “live, laugh, love”, once a beloved sentiment turned corporate mug label. Then I read the book, popped my bubble, became a ghost, and the cute saying became the single truth. But I’m not just going to copy it and sell it to you. I’m not going to say it the cleanest way: You’re going to die, nothing matters. I’m going to say it with poetry. Because it’s pleasure and wonder and metaphor and that’s life. And that’s it and that’s all. The end / the beginning.
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