Galactica

A dying star

A galaxy teetering
Honed by millions of glimmering lights,
planets aspirating fire
Supernovas into flames,
Flames to black
Bleak nothingness, occluded breaths,
Stoic, slow, and raging
Calmly then frantically through the pyre
of millions of glimmering lights. 

Hope above, shooting from the labyrinth of purged whites
Purple glitter gleaming, swirling, a blinding typhoon
The eye of the storm, radiant zero
Starting from afar, starting from nowhere
Hearts exploding, like heads,
Necks and hands bound by ropes of time
Thinly sliced, grated to hair,
holding shards of lives,
on scrawny fingertips.