Celestial Echoes

Ghost of the Sun The fading remnant of what we've done Cosmic atrophy Chaotic death of humanity Celestial soot and grime Blackened dust of space and time The stars are calling me home No life, no god, No. . . Consequence Fate could not determine this provenance With the slow crawl of the hand of time Amongst the ruins I become divine Gravity pushes, pulls, crushing itself Endothermic reactions, unable to resist For a split second all becomes one The building blocks of life, become undone Once what was, upon it's end Will seek the stellar realms Upon the whims of the quantum gods New life shall be endowed Creation, with, no, providence The cosmic balance shall not be betrayed