supernova's son

i EARNED THIS TITLE FAIR AND SQUARE,
tHE sUPERNOVA'S sON, oh yes
sOMEWHERE pAST NOWHERE, pAST ELSEWHERE
nEVER ASKING FOR MORE OR LESS.

iT'S STRANGE TO GRASP SUCH A DISTANCE,
tO FEEL THIS AGE-OLD NEW-FOUND LINK,
tO REACH FOR THIS ANCIENT ESSENCE,
bUT TO THINK IS TO hAVE ANOTHER DRINK.

i CLAIM NO OTHER HERITAGE,
eXCEPT WITH THIS; cOMMON TO aLL,
oUR BIRTH CONCEIVED FROM the CARNAGE,
cOSMIC DEATH BREEDS AN ENDLESS SPRAWL.

and me, like you, like everything,
bits of dust from that happening.