Dust and dreams will always remain
Stuck to a beating heart
In a spectrum.
Dust and dreams on a baby rattle
By a quasar
In the corner of your eye.
Cosmic dust, cosmic dreams
Identified disintegration
In both directions.
Another baby, another tattoo
Another exploding star
With colossal wind.
A tiny egg from a bitty world
In a teenie universe
Frying.
Dust and dreams move on
Expanding in the heat
Until crushed and frozen.
A black hole sucks it up
A white hole spews it back
Dreams come true; dust makes mountains.
Star dust can't bury you
Star dust is your corner stone
And nobody hears the big bang.
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