If we are truly stardust
then it eats us,
feasts on who we
may become
one day
as it savages the meaty energies
till there’s nothing left of the stars 
but bones.

If light was sound it knocks,
screams technologies at us,
but in our
mandatory secret blindness
the lips of wisdom 
are sealed.

Now they say mere dust is all
to explain away
the dims by tendrils of varying 
particles as if stoked 
by campfire.

But do the flames
set fire 
To themselves?