Like salt shakers, stars
drop 40 million tons of dust
on Earth each year. You and I
and all the rest harbor some
of this dust, which doesn't glow
with sentiment, is
of a mineral order. So now
I have to recalibrate a
sense of my component parts.
Some drifted into Earth's
gravitational vase,
and I ate them or brushed
up against them, and the
body took what came its
way, bits from a star explosion--
well, that's quite a thing,
better than magic.
hans ostrom 2020
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