orbit

the stars rotate around my axis, twinkling little giants trembling in the wake of my immense gravity, my selfish hands pull and reach for these orbs of light, wanting them all just for myself, core of cold ice engulfing and destroying and reducing love and life to empty nothingness as i consume and consume and consume but the sun still exclaims their radiant glory, the galaxies still quiver in their tremendous vitality of stardust and beauty and their confidence, the universe still spins and grows and breeds all these fragments of infinite infinity -

remind me of my colossal insignificance oh dark star, for with the billions of star-showers that bless upon me, i still, egoistically, only will wish for you to be with my orbital grasp.