If a system is given nothing but a steady supply of unconditional self-affirmation, it will never see an impetus to cure its ills

When stars explode,
the planets go too.
Asteroids, comets,
objects from beyond the system.

It’s a beautiful way to go:
cataclysmic. Inevitable
as the gravity well,
the dust beyond the heliosphere.

Billions of lights in the heavens
and yours burns bright: swells.
I fix my eyes to the telescope, pray:
not this century.
not tonight.