Nikita Gill, "93 Percent Stardust".
Sorry, I don't mean to take anything away from the poem, but I am curious about the other seven percent
Hydrogen that never made it into a star.
What do you mean? It's in you.
Empty space maybe?
I kind of thought the 7 was the soul? From the lines 5 and 6
https://youtu.be/HKdsRWhyH30
