What is Not - a book of poetry

Confusing :) a very short chapter

'Why do you fear the stars?'

They wait for you with open arms,
Tell them why you fear the stars,
When you are a being of stardust.
They question you in soft voices,
Welcome to join them.
You accept the invitation.
You, yourself, are the stars.
Why were you ever afraid?

'What is not'

A question nobody can answer.
You wonder and wonder.
There is no exact solution.
No simple one at that.
Perhaps it is the moment when
Nothing is never nowhere.
I suppose that is confusing.
But that is the point.