It is the Stellar Rebirth

The tongue of a million star formations,

Vaporous beauty,

Concealing the light of creation.

It has begun once again—

Our souls, our ultimate everything.

Fantastic swirling masses,

Planets out of smoldering ashes,

Exploding “plasma”

Driving the thoughts of a million races.

Points of light on the surface,

The evolutionary drama visible from outer space.

It was old news in a sense, in essence,

The birth of ourselves.