We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace
We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement
We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe
We are Human
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap160510.html
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Oh gracious. This went to a -much- nicer place than I expected! My brain interpreted “bloom” in the first stanza like the breakout of a rash, or perhaps algae. :)
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I was, in fact, thinking of an algal bloom! I confess that I had NO idea of where the poem was heading when the first line appeared in my head.
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I can’t tell you how badly I want that to be true. If we, as a species, concentrated on learning and all the wonderful things, rather than death, violence, destruction, what a truly amazing thing that would be. It will never happen, not unless some cataclysmic event takes place and if we get back on our feet, we will start the killing all over again. I think that’s what men are.
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