Lines Connected My Molecules

​Lines connected my molecules
And the stars. They talked to each other.
The stars in groups of constellations
Became the fathers and the mothers

Of my mitochondria. 
There are stars that are so far
We’ll never see their light.
They smear into feldspar.

They break down and we break down.
I was doing fine until I looked
And noticed that my skeleton
Was gone, my brain was cooked,

Give me the Pleaides smeared on
A slice of black sky. I am
Who I am, I am who I am in light
Of the infinite, I’m the diagram

That’s all that’s left when I behold
A rocket ship in the sky. It takes
Time, but I want to be a part
Of the whole (there are still mistakes).