Star Stuff

If we are made of star stuff,
why are we so small
when held up to the night sky?
We hold the might of planets
in our bones and muscles and skin
–a slightly different composition
but still, here we sit,
staring up
wondering where we come from
whenever we are under the moon.
There are secrets in the galaxy
of the future and all it holds
we can only hope to find ourselves
while our eyesight remains so bold.

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