Dark Star

You could call the heart that;

pumping same as shining…

starts at the beginning of life,

doesn’t stop ’til the end.

Each of us a universe born 

and dies.

A dark matter, the heart,

meaning the center, 

of the issue, the creation,

empty potential from which

everything springs

without precedent;

a song, a platypus,

Buddha, Ali…

the universe takes each breath

a billion years.