Every age just a page In a book constantly rewriting itself. There’s no mystery in this history, Just matter beating out and in Out and in out and in Again again again again You can say we’re stardust Yes, we are, In small quantities hidden deep in our physical, chemical, biological make-up A construction of borrowed elements, Remembering all time like elephants, Suffering changes in their outer shells, to change and to scatter and one day Become else
You see Matter cannot be created or destroyed But it can redeployed In the key of B In a wave of energy, bright and slow at first Then fast as a rocket ship Fast as a wormhole Fast as light, then faster Ripping itself apart as it stretches Telling stories all the while. Every age Just a page In a book the constantly rewrites itself. Every deja vu An old you And a decision to make- Though you may be the same matter as before and maybe after- A glimpse into a past past Can make all the difference in the future future Of a book That never ends And never begins But simply Rewrites itself Again again again again