do stars cry when they meet their deaths?
do they panic
in disorder, claw and
resist, tear, scratch do they
see it coming, the same way
we do? do they simply
accept their fate? is it
the work of gravity
or perhaps is it the
work of friction,  their way
of fighting back, the great
language of physics which
dances itself to sleep?
have they born this language,
and are we merely a
reflection of cosmic
despair in one pulsing
womb? a heartbeat which howls
into the dark free fall
of nothing forever
I look to these earthly
bodies which anguish and
suffer at every end
and I wonder if we
truly were meant for this
If such pain is fated
in the realms of physics
celestial bodies
representing ourselves
at every level of
calamity. do we
sleep all through the orbit,
do we love with every
breath?
when our bodies form
the stars, do we cry upon
our death?