I have stardust in my spine,

with veins that flow full of meteorites.

Worlds infinite.

Stars are born inside my lungs,

where nebulas collapse, crumple.

Universes expanded. 

Black holes in the marrow of my bones,

consuming constellations on my skin.

Comets escaping.

Plasmatic solar systems behind my eyes,

kaleidoscpoic radiation burning effervescent.

Galaxies colliding.