What am I? A thread of spectral dust,
Drifting through the cosmos, super fine and bright,
Caught in the dance of time, in god I do not trust,
I weave through the fabric of eternal night.
A whisper of stardust, ancient yet new,
I travel in silence in search of divine,
The tapestry of life my essence binds true
With a flicker of magic in the grand design.
What am I? A question wrapped in a sigh,
A flickering ember in the vastness of space,
The cosmos expands, therefore I shall not die,
For in an every heartbeat, I find my place.
What am I? A thread of spectral dust
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