Corona

To be contained and yet to shine
A fixed point in space and time
The duality naturally exposed
Writhe and refract, pulse and dedact
Taking to give and giving to take
Forming an entity within my entropy
A moment of thought
The mistake of life forms
Coalescing on the flotsam of my wake
A smear on the wreckage in the ocean of my gravity
What was a perfect machine becomes an inevitability
For a near eternity I feed
For a flawed forever I burn
A smear on the wreckage in the ocean of my gravity
What was a perfect machine becomes an inevitability
The end is near (the end is here)
I eat my heart, (stars torn apart)
The bomb of ages reconstructs me
Becoming all I know, consuming all I see, the ending is me
Solitary and deformed (reformed) in the image of a dying god
And then in the blink of an eye
The antithesis realized
I am undone and made one with the universal
A void of infinite things, raw possibility
Accepted/absorbed, perfected and stored forever
Transformed I wait for the end of time*
A mouth gasping for the light that’s mine*
Once a god, a vision of pain*
Constantly creating the lasting flame*
The end is near (the end is here)
I eat my heart, (stars torn apart)
The bomb of ages reconstructs me
Solitary and deformed (reformed) in the image of a dying god
Solitary and deformed (reformed) in the image of a dying god
Hungry still, I unfold
Violent wings on a backdrop of apparent nothing
Transformed I wait for the end of time
A cosmic crescendo, a solar scream