Space Dust
A nebula of alpha humulin
Condenses, light-years from the nearest star
As it gets smaller it begins to spin
Projecting spiral arms to realms afar
Cold lumps of malt and barley now appear
Accreting into orbs of cosmic grain
They wander into a celestial sphere
Where ethyl alcohol cascades as rain
These planetessimals now start to drift
A solar system – ours, in fact – draws near
A blue-green world receives them as a gift
They plunge into its friendly atmosphere
The motes of flavor land upon Earth’s crust
And that’s is how Elysian gets Space Dust
