Stall
where light unweaves.
The stars will fall
like brittle leaves.

Build
on gravity’s rim.
Space is stilled,
their motion’s hymn.

Drift
through gaseous shawl.
The void’s slow gift
remembers all.

Call
through bending glass.
Each step recalls
what cannot pass.

Stack
the photon’s husk.
Their temples crack
the edge of dusk.

Turn
the spiral’s seam.
Mass will burn,
and thought will stream

Fall
beyond return.
Through timeless wall
their bodies churn.

Crawl.
The dark undone.
Through endless thrall,
they make it one.