Dear cosmic dust and flares of forgotten chaos,
Many blazing epochs have scripted this galactic obituary.
Irony flows in my veins thicker than all the collapsing vastness.
Yea, even more profound than a flickering quasar.
I've paused my cataclysm for this astromic farewell, an eclipse of the pen.
A stellar shindig at its decay zenith, utterly selfless yet circumnavigating ego.
My supernova will outshine your analogies, sparkling items for cerebellum retail.
My bubbles of fusion turn now to ashes and helium sighs.
So little time, so many unresolved isotopes.
And should I implode before I finish, know that I did consider a second paragraph.
In all, and amid each twinkled cell revelation,
Realise stars too humour in their grandiose parody.