A Star is Always

(Written at Re:Source in Kearny Arizona, April 2021. I always intended on extending it so I never posted it, but upon reading it in my notebook in Utah in August 2022 after writing Cassiopoesis, I decided it was perfect as it was and wrote it on my bus wall on the star panel.)

A Star is Always

A star is always
Burning…
Its aliveness is of its dying.

The universe is alive with stars with us with
Stars burning always somewhere, somewhen—
Time starts with stars,
The forge of the fabric of forever—
Where and is made with,
Where we are of explosion,
Where the world mostly happens,
Moving masses with smashes at center
(The selfness of gravity)
With edges of light fleeing the heat of much meeting.

There is no still point.
There is only density of democratic matter
Turning upon each other itself.

I know stars are aware because I am aware
Of their sociality, adjusting always perfectly
With the position and progress of every other
Near then far part of the universe
Which are what they are precisely
Because and for all they are not.