I am kept in a bottle,

A glass vial,
Within an unbroken void.

You may be too.

We are cast out—floating
Amongst Saturn's rings,

Encased in glass
Meant to keep our
Fragments from colliding.

Maybe they should,
Collide that is, and burst

Just like stars

But instead of dying,
We bring forth galaxies,

All starting from sealed
Bottles they thought

We could never open.