Elucidating Questions

So the Sun was young and excited and spewing shit everywhere

And that shit was like well let’s be planets now

And then two planets were like let’s be a planet and a moon instead so they crashed together

And then whatever happened on the planet eventually became me

And I write poems about the Sun

So either I’m the Sun too and I’m very narcissistic

Or I’m the dust looking back at the Sun and missing home