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Conscience
Jan
25
Oh to be the consciousness
Of a shluffed off skin cell,
Burrowing in the ground
To be used centuries later.
To be that fallen strand of hair
That blew off with the wind--
Now part of of an animal's lair.
To be everywhere at once,
But only in one place.
I am star dust,
A bit of a star long dead
And I do not even know its name.
Is there a record of its place in the universe?
Does anyone know the effect of its gravity
forming a solar system that too has vanished?
What happened to the consciousness of that star,
Of other beings--
How many bits of souls went into making me?
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