The cosmos churns, a thunderous, endless roar
Where gravity splinters and black holes war.
We beg for reason from collapsing suns—
But order scatters, and chaos overruns.

Then hush: the stars still hum their patient tune,
A spiral waltz beyond the moon.
Where constellations come undone,
Light gathers, then carries on.

As entropy gnaws and structures bend,
The void holds on—no foe, nor friend.
Each atom keeps a wordless song
Of forms that flicker, then move on.

In the stillness where certainty frays,
A quiet truth outlives our days:
We’re matter forged in stellar flame
To love, to grieve, to bear a name.

So when the world forgets its rhyme
And seconds blur to borrowed time,
Remember—nothing stands alone.
The stars that made you call you home.

What you’ve loved lives on in you:
The dead, the dust, the morning dew.

Revised 12/29/2025