Of My Next Life

Of my next life's incarnation    
so my tea-bags divination    
tells me, I'll be a mote of dust,  
in dark Cosmo's nothingness    
sleeping peacefully, the mindless one.    
     
But such it is if spin's begun    
I Shall Be the attractive one,    
pulling other motes as I must    
to my next life...    
     
Mote by mote time's slow accretion    
spinning fast to nuclear fusion,  
crammed  crushed shrunk in magnetic lust    
till at long last, ( tea-bags I trust)    
I burst out aflame, Ra, the Sun    
to my next life.