The asynchronous pulse travels
through the subspace corridors,
an echo of thermal collapse,
remnants of a hydrogen ballet.
Quantum fluctuations stand vigil
in the shadow of neutron densities,
scrutinizing farewell photons
skimming their event horizons.
Do we compute consciousness
in the pattern of stellar aeons,
inscribing fate in luminous waves
or do we simply witness
their melancholic transcendance?