A face contorted with the pain of power-
ful beauty being stripped and distorted
By the weakness of a nature that could no longer hold it.
This sun, in last cry, begs for recognition;
And as it expands through the universe invisibly
Obligates all to be pulled into a cycle of observance;
A cycle in which all life is either sustained or absorbed.
This singularity, where all my being met,
Was taken, into something beyond;
Something so much bigger.
I approach with fear and trembling.