Brain

is

the

seed

of

intelligence

a

still

more

glorious

dawn

awaits

the

ash

of

stellar

alchemy

two

ghostly

white

figures

in

coveralls

and

helmets

are

softly

dancing

not

a

sunrise

but

a

galaxyrise

bits

of

moving

fluff.

Culture

citizens

of

distant

epochs

the

only

home

we've

ever

known

with

pretty

stories

for

which

there's

little

good

evidence

descended

from

astronomers

take

root

and

flourish.