rust and stardust

before i combust into a spontaneous supernova, i hope it already dawned on you that for every death and birth of my whole being, i exist solely to outshine every possible glint that catches your eyes. i pray— before interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero; before saints of the starships and angels in their true form of nebulae gathered to witness my disambiguation— it delights your soul enough to make it shiver.

i could blame gravity for rooting you lightyears away, but then i am a blazing sphere planted in an orbit that revolves around a heated core.

this space between us runs infinitely— shaming eternity short-lived. i pray— after carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together, whilst i burst into a kaleidoscopic explosion, as gods of the galactic core baptize me into rebirth; your eyes set on me, sparkling in rectified recognition— a wish come true.