Adrift on the Cosmic Tide

I sit among a flow of stellar remnants,

Stirring around the central black hole.

A spiral galaxy once so grand and large

Now glimmers with the faint light of

Undead husks that burn only whatever

Leftover flesh that still clings to their

Atmospheres. Sometimes planets can

Form in these deserts, but material is

Too thin these days. My skin is

Now a reddish orange with traces of

White and yellow, the once vibrant blue

Hues lost to time immemorial. The only

Remnants of blue cling to the dense

Neutron stars or disks around black holes.

Thus, I find myself here, visiting the graves

Of my once beautiful children. If only to

See what remains of the blue of the cosmos.