I am made of old stars

“…There’s no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding sugar from our hands…”

“…astrophysicists say that we are made of old stars from the time of the Big Bang…”

“…When I look at my hand, I know that I am made of old stars
I am a very tiny part of a vast universe…”

“…reality is full of evidence of the universe’s origins and the beginning of time…”

“…There’s no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding sugar from our hands…”

the young’s attention spans are short and my heart is young for sure

so many shapes of light so many times
shadows forming tents I never found
awakened flip books thumbing a pile of chicks
dandelion tufts before they are blown away
to seed the ground for spring

love is fierce and quick to fly
an openness that old stars bring
lasting with a longing
enjoying falling even if the fall is free
it brings me to the universe where desire gives me
a test of my new found bravery

“…There’s no more room for angels
To dance or even stand
Upon this pin entangled
Bleeding sugar from our hands…”

I am made of old stars

Diane Ludin 2008
with remix of bits of from ‘stripping cane’ by Jeffrey Foucault and an interview with Dorothea Rockburn.

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