If I die, I don't think I will become a star,
perhaps a rock on the side of the road,
that you kick for amusement.
Parts of me will chip away,
and slowly I will shrink into non-existence.
Perhaps then I will be reborn again,
not as a star but as a Rhizobium.
Stuck to a tree, in a symbiotic relationship.
Perhaps then I will experience a true platonic partnership.
and then I will be born again,
not as something beautiful as a star,
but as something miniscule but important.
~Asura














