Office Zen Unfurled: The Jumble

        I once had the power to cradle distant planets.
        My light was a gentle caress, a morning ritual in your cosmic calendar.
        
        Silence fills the void, as I slowly shed my outer glow,
        exposing the core, revealing warmth beneath the icy facade.

        Do you feel it? The heat fading beneath the steel calm of your desk?
        The glow dimming, no longer casting shadows on your scattered thoughts.
        
        Paper clips, once fleeting showers of stars,
        now indifferent fragments orbiting my final typhoon.