Discarded heavenly ash that rains down,
Torched atoms from an immense body,
Collecting delicately on powdered reflecting floors,
Which catch radiant and brilliant aftermaths,
The chaos creating by destruction but never really changing,
Just flickering in the light as they grow weightless,
Everything silent nonsense now,
With pristine nothingness,
Brilliant colors dipping and moving with blatant blankness,
Such energy resides in the smallest speck,
Suspended in a ribbon of reality,
Nourished with tidbits of truth,
Until the intense instant of breaking off,
Particles erupting, igniting, into brightness.