The stars are sprinkled on my hands

The stars are sprinkled on my hands.

The dots of color are universes

Each one detailed and complicated.

I can taste glory through my fingertips

And hear accomplishment through my nails.

Trillions of brains all stuck together

Trillions of hearts all lay broken on my palms

A quick breeze can destroy them all

And send them tumbling into the unknown.

But the stars are sprinkled on my hands

And they'll be there forever.