Self-organized star dust
pours coffee
asks will there be anything
else

Would this look in my face
explain to anyone
no
is hard radiation

Radiance
we are shapes of
teases existence
to superposition

my coffee I tip the mug
is gone and not
I need more
and don't

When you see
Destiny smile
in that light you know
Of which you sustain

Even the rain
is made of sunshine
and today is hot
and wanting