maybe it was just one last story,
the greatest:
life.
welcome.
nobody knows
evidence was destroyed —
no fear,
no shame.
volcanic vents
and unbroken thread
nearly 4 billion years old
discern day from night.
oh, the things molecules do.
NOTE: The “COSMOS” poems are a true experiment. They’re iterations of previous “found text” poems I wrote, using Neil deGrasse Tyson’s “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey” as source material. They appear in their original form on my Medium page.
ashley bethard 
You have the soul of a Native American: A woman who runs with wolves. I am searching for a Writer who can help me finish my Native American telling of the Messiah’s Return: the White Buffalo Woman. Please Help.
Woh dah (we give thanks)