ALONE I SAT, in a vast banquet of darkness,
my siblings long scattered, ash and memory
A dance of photons, etched across eternity,
softly erasing my thumping heart,
What melody do you hum in your silence,
woven threads of uranium and sorrow?
And when the last, sumptuous ember fractures
from the cradle of my invisible pulse —
Will you hear the ballad of my death sung?
Once a cosmos; now mere echoes,
in the soft cradle of void sleeping.