Protostar
A poem about (re)birth
An age upon an age Tiny pieces of myself Vapor and dust Remnants of who I was Once scattered and disordered I begin to accumulate Into my new self Amassing the parts of the new whole Becoming central I collapse under the weight Destruction and creation A ripple in time All forces inward I begin to burn Once again I begin to burn
Beautiful
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