The soul is not akin to the super nova
It is more like a sand grain.
A small piece that combines to form a beach
One thing linked by rock and sea
Combining into a singular being.

Not the distant silent darkness
That separates violent destructions
Stars display with their funeral pyres
In the vast void of space-time,

Separated by eons and the infinite
Distance becomes reality there.
That tragic well of meters cannot be
The soul, so devoid of connection.

Yet, it is from the burning furnaces
Physics grandest laws created
That the dust of sand grains is made.

Like the singular grain is nothing,
Their mother is nothing but a bead
In a sea of celestial spheres,
Star and planet alike are children 
Birthed from death.


Death that leaves a husk behind,
The most beautiful leaves behind the worst corpse.
Black holes that defy logic
The sole destroyer of matter
The eater of light.
One thing linked by gravity and magnetism
Combining into a singular being.

That long veritable symbol of heaven,
Soul, and good alike.
Stars have fallen from their purpose;
Explained and impossible to reach
Their gravity unfelt

The age of their usefulness is gone.
The soul once looked to its stars for reasons.
The mind looked for guidance in the dark.
But the soul is not a star.

Inexplicable and undefinable as it is
Man, despite their separation,
Found it all the same.
Something unseen cannot fade.
The unknowable cannot have its luster removed.

The last dying star, 
A candle in the deepest abyss,
Will be blown out
A trillion years from now.

The last life will be long gone.
The old world dead,
Survived by lights’ invisible echoes.
A universe of nothing but dust and sand.
It will be one thing linked by the soul,
The power of the unseen.