Supernova: A Poem

A Poem Surrendering to Ignorance

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Heat 
Burning
Aching
Moaning

There is
a pull
From within
Like gravity
Into nothing

It's not real
It is reality
There is nothing
But it's something
I feel nothing
I feel burning

My head is still
My head is turning
My limbs are there
But they are floating
A ring of light
there is only black
no light or sound

I can hear a sound
Yet, there is no sound
I can see the light
But there is no light
I can feel the fire
smell the hot burning gas
what is seen is gone
what is felt has passed

Nothing is happening in the moment
The aroma follows the crushed leaf
The tree sways after the wind passes
The pain settles after the blow
There is not now, only after
Light is merely the sun's ghost 
The moon is haunted most nights
It looks small but its big
It looks bright but its dark

The light is hot but night's cold
We make our home in the shadow
Of things which are now no more
I am the domino presently falling down
pushing down another, though it's already finished
It was over the moment the first one fell
Nothing is ever really what it seems
No one can really understand a supernova
It looks loud, bright, and burning hot
But its silent, cold, and endless dark

like 

cold sweats
day dreams

sound of silence
love and hate
order and chaos

determinism and free will
try as we might
it won't make sense
we find an answer

content with our blissful ignorance