We Were Made in the Stars

(Note: The title was inspired by a TV series on the History Channel called "The Universe." If there are any discrepancies as to the subject matter, please leave a comment and I'll do my best to explain. But I must say that my mind works in mysterious ways and not all things can be clearly expressed or explained.)

We Were Made in the Stars
by A.S.

The heavens didn't move
as our bodies fell
from them,
laughing
at the celestial mess
left behind.
Our laughter spread
like wildfire
and spewed
our remnants
unto this dustbin
called Earth.
Our home
is in the language
of the Cosmos
which we've extinguished
to a pristine drone.

We work in
factories, cubicles,
putting walls
around our minds
to help
synthesize knowledge,
con phenomenon
into thinking that
there is no vindication
where there is no truth,
only story
and the cosmic riddle
of our youth.

We study astrology,
astronomy,
and the properties
of falling bodies
until there aren't any
winter days
to sleep on.

"The galaxy is moving
away from us,"
but there is a revolution
in time
and space
that tells us otherwise.
We call this wise riot
mythology,
when our own existence
is merely
a mixture of mythology
and clever thinking.
Our whole life is spent
healing the mind
we tear
asunder.

I've wrapped mine
in ghostly shrouds
hoping to forget this ground
I stand on
and remember the sky
I came from.

The heavens didn't move,
we did.

So don't forget to look up.
There is so much to see.
WHERE DO WE BEGIN?