Staring Into Oblivion

I stare into the void where echoes bloom, A silent theater, a cosmic tomb. The stars collapse, the heavens spin, I lose myself — then start again.

Each thought’s a spark in the blackened deep, A ghost that wakes where gods still sleep. Infinity hums a hollow hymn, As shadows dance on the event’s rim.

My heartbeat fades to a static sound, While gravity pulls my soul unbound. I see my face in the cosmic wind, Unraveling slow where I’ve never been.

The void looks back — it grins, it sighs, A mirror made of ancient lies. And in that gaze, I find my kin, For I am the void — and it’s within. NNN