Stars stare into infinity
as we abide the abyss-
order and organization
compared with contention.
There must be much more
to change than just chaos;
survival shouldn’t surmount
to our reason for resistance.
When the stars shatter
Over the earth with ease,
will we disintegrate into dirt
or restore the shining shimmer?
Are we meant to merely burst
to dusky dust, flicker fleetingly?
Or is our destiny to design the
new cosmetics of the cosmos?