Now and Then by Chris Riker

Primal stars were simple things

Great pompous boring fiery kings.

They ruled and died so long ago

Blown to dust, kaput…

but, OH!

That pyrrhic dust, it whirled back so

And formed the stars we love and know.

Brightly stuffed with gold they glow

Free-serving all this life below.

And when our stars go BANG again

They’ll shine anew somewhere… somewhen.

I’ll be a glont’ar-bu-va’af then

Or maybe just a kitty.

Or any old thing… or thing that’s new…

If you will be one with me.

Time may weave or burp or bend,

In truth, we have no earthly ken.


Wondrous suns warm wondrous ones

Each now and every then.

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