Poseidon I

Poseidon told me
about a race,
distant cousins of his,
that swim across the lightwaves
and solar winds
that stretch the length of the universe
He told me that they combat
the currents of dark matter
and ride the undertow of gravity
as they avoid getting drunkenly drawn
into suns and blackholes
He told me that when they kiss,
nebulae form around them,
making procreation as dangerous
as dancing in minefields
He told me that when they are born,
like angels, they must quickly learn
to breathe the light
or they will wither like damned souls
He told me than when they die,
they dry and harden, and are at last
pulled into the hearts of flaming stars
where they explode like the shards of diamonds
(redhot, with radiant white auras)

He told me that their weary spirits rest
in the blackness beneath
constellations