the sun burns and tear drops fall from its rays
the internal combustion that is the life of us all
constantly destroys itself and draws energy
from destruction and the contained calamity
one of these days that beautiful star is gonna burn out
one of these days he’s gonna implode and leave a big black hole
a big black hole right in the middle of the universe of his heart
where all matter will be drawn in and deconstructed
in reverse creation, the dismantling of life and love and creativity
and perhaps one particle will survive
and collide into another on its way into oblivion
and a newness of spirit will arise from the dust
I hope so, for our sakes…
for the Sun and I