Of All the Things

Imagine,

There was nothing.

And then,

There was everything.

The cosmos spread infinitely to reach me

My soul was forged in the heart of the sun

The tides of my mind synchronized with the moon’s

My flesh was formed from sprinkles of stardust

Then the Earth spat me from it’s molten womb

I emerged, molded of the universe itself

My creation was the perfect storm of impossibility

Billions of years, culminated for my existence,

Just to pay taxes and struggle to afford healthcare that doesn’t cover anything anyway.