afterlife

sometimes, the coming apart
is the putting back together.
when particles divide, float
away they are never the same;
every small molecule is charged:
better, more full, magnetic.

sometimes, the separation
is the tethering of new threads
no one knew existed, even
from one hand to the other.
solo stars breaking new
solar systems open
simply from the release of
built up gasses, pressure.
forced heat finally released.

sometimes, the view
from a created expanse,
shows a golden wash of
light so gentle, a cavern
between it all is the
very thing that cracks the
heat-washed super-giant sun
into those long neglected,
dark places.

sometimes,
the deathblow
is the incubator.