Across her space of convolution,
Stands a entity full of revolution;
A Star that seeks to distantly reach,
But does so not, instead alone without speech.
Across it’s time of a thousand events,
It flares the worthiness of it’s extents;
She lets the time brimmed goblet drop,
Because no longer is it’s light atop.
Across their continuum of it’s time and her space,
A lonesome star in her dimensional grace;
It’s flame enkindles setting itself ablaze,
But she veers on by with nothing but a graze.