As I lie patiently in wait,
For happenings unknown
But sensed in every cell of my body,
Secret hidden parts contract and expand,
Like a star finally given over to its inevitable death.
The air is thick with violent evolution
And feels like a soaked wool blanket
Covering my still body,
Which writhes and pulsates beneath my confining spacesuit of skin.
I cannot bring myself to move,
For unseen parts are shifting and evolving,
Exploding like blinding supernovas
Within my every molecule.
The heat and force of the remnant pulsar
Beats like a drum
Between my quaking legs,
And I am powerless to stop the double beams of electomagnetic radiation
Blasting out from my core
And into empty space through my root and crown.