Sealed Bottles

I am kept in a bottle,

A glass vial,

Within an unbroken void.

You may be too.

We are cast out—floating

Amongst Saturn's rings,

Encased in glass

Meant to keep our

Fragments from colliding.

Maybe they should,

Collide that is, and burst

Just like stars

But instead of dying,

We bring forth galaxies,

All starting from sealed

Bottles they thought

We could never open.