Beneath the crust of Saturn's breath,
Where silence swells and swallows death,
A single proton-left alone-
Whispers truths to shards of bone.
They built a star inside a cage,
Lit it young, then cursed with age,
It pulsed in hearts, then burned them black,
And begged the cosmos: “Take it back.”
A child once dreamt of breaking light,
Of feeding dark with pure insight,
But...
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