We only matter en masse
Drawing nearer to one another.
Unable to deny the gravity of us. 

We move around each other,
cold in an absolute space,
unaware we were meant for fire. 

Unaware of our inevitable collapse
when we break, fall into one another
under the weight of ourselves 

and in doing so, we combust.
We blow up and out so fast
that all who we leave behind will barely know we’re gone. 

Until we find our balance.
Or maybe we remain as dust in the clouds
caught in each other’s orbit for billions of years. 

Who are we then? Part of the Pillars of Creation.
That place where stars are forming
without ever creating anything of our own. 

We’d exist outside of sin and sorrow
as only potential, and without flaw.
Wondering what could be.