My body and soul is a mosaic of everyone and everything that has ever existed, everything that will ever exist. but also nothing at all. This poem was written by the stars in the sky that spoke it through the neurons in my brain. one day they will stop firing, but this galaxy will always hold her stars in the pupils of her eyes. the souls that depart this planet look down at me and smile while we give the dark abyss we call space stories using lines or family ties to create names for each soul that has ever lived. My spine is a tree trunk that keeps the branches of my limbs attached to this hollow body. each wrinkle that comes of age tells stories of how i danced in the wind with my arms swaying to their own rhythm, because that's how i found eternal life in this non-eternal body. so when these bones break, read the stories tucked between their tree rings. My veins are the roots of my ancestors who's DNA i carry under my skin, and when i die and my body will lie closer to mother nature than it ever has, I'll give her the life that she's given me by feeding her flora and fauna through the roots that run under her skin. they will nourish the plants and animals that will give new beauty to this life that my next of kin will live. My tears are meteorites that create craters in the moon, and even though they cause me pain, my craters remind me that even though i have imperfections, the Sun in all her glory will always shine through me to illuminate this abyss we call existence… So when i look at my reflection in the mirror, i see the whole universe and our Mother Nature staring back at me. that's when i realize that i am everything, and everyone but this body is also nothing at all, but a vessel to carry the stories of the universe. -Reo Moloabi