Fraught

Searching, the abstract colours reason
 But I persist to fail in the absence of faith
 Cycles bound by throes of attrition
 Oft united, yet surely more is lost in time

 Beyond fathom, billions firing
 Flashes burn and spew prostrate
 Wisped monads from crimson puncture
 Our bonds are broken, all meaning sundered

 Striving for constant reduction
 Bursting from the pit beneath
 Unyielding yet beyond the grasp
 Of scale and form
 Nothingness born
 Fleetingly

 Of sprawl and flame
 From nothing it came
 Seemingly
 The gap between us tears apart
 Impel our end
 Layers surge and strip away
 Cast into nought

 Of matter torn
 As eons I mourn
 Achingly

 Of atoms maimed
 As epochs are tamed
 Blindingly
 In that final absence,
 We never were