Stardust: I am Another Sun

What I am seeing is the another Sun today
Eight Minutes old

How puny am I to ponder in the past of the wasted Hydrogen atom?

And call it a present

The Juncture of survival I claim

I am Eight Minutes New

And I am yet to comprehend my existence

Am I an Extant Poem?
Will I ever ponder beyond the locution I Intertwine?

Or forever remain a Confused wordplay

Not Playing at all

I live inside the Ghost of a misspend Helium

No inferno could ever make sense

than the Sun I revolve around

I can be the morning from now on

Why Not?

I have always been a stardust