We are explorers,

Never-ending energy that drifts into eternity.

The very dust that we are made of will one day conform into another state of being

We are seeds in an infinite loop of blossoming,

An unending expansion and contraction of the universe,

One big bang after the other.

We are sailors

Casting away into space dust

Waves of particles carry our vibrance trough smooth, dark fields of apparent emptiness

We are tadpoles in an infinite loop of hatching,

the lungs of the universe in an eternal inhale, exhale, that breaths life into itself,

like a puff a warm air that escapes gasping lips on a cold winter’s night

We are life renewed

We are life reimagined.