I Am Utterly Nothing

Sacrifice​ the sun so that a new sun may be born.
And even though encased in a glacial ice, last moments hallucinating the dementia of life,
the new sun will warm a century of other years.

Those we lost to stasis awaiting the trumpet's reverb
grabbed the same reins of Auriga and steered themselves to self-destruction.

You are no different. You're no more unique though your mother said,
knowing that her mother told her the same,
that you were the most important being in the world.

Yet kids have kids, and the first kids aren't special.
Then those kids' kids have kids and the mayfly is only several hours in full glory and suddenly clipped,
never becoming complete
or actualized, or notably particular at all.

Everyone envicerates their chest and gives their sun, gives up the ghost,
recognizes they're only a mating pattern and not a god and barely human.