I am nothing more than star dust.
Long, I held myself to be,
Just collected, scattered bits of dust
from some past eternity.

How random and how beautiful
Majesty, in such a simple form
humbled and at the same time, blessed
From such stuff, to be born.

But these days the dust I breathe
The dust I have become,
Is the dust of five thousand souls
and more, now in me,again as one

My city is a charnel house.
It sears me to the core
Now I am the dust of human souls
Of stardust, I am no more.



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