We are flesh sculpted to cosmic bones,
restless eyes hunting answers in constellations long since vanished.

We are energy immortal,
atom time capsules sailing the winds of gravity,
tossed in waves of space-time.

We are aged white dwarfs,
giant hypernova,
newborn suns upon a dewy morning vine.

We are the destined few,
genes that out-raced, out-thought, out-willed, out-lived.

We are captains of consciousness,
trustees of life evolved,
key holders to a billion year fund.

We are light made physical,
angels long before death,
the triumph of a universe born blind.

Our time is short to see and shine.