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.