Singularity

Iterations of staggering heights,
Pronunciation of hollowing depths,
Comes to a fork in its littered path,
Facing the situations of grasping futures,
The silver lining, the golden dream,
Where stark contrasts rip their tidal cords,
Waves of antimatter crash with the forces of reality,
As true a measure as if you dealt the final blow of a friendships last ounce.

Consider the heavens in its masters array,
Where light takes time and travels by day,
Hence the Fates perfect thoughts drift away,
In a moment of singularity where subspace knots,
History turns its ugly head to dust,
Scattering the minds focal point,
Its spirits hark back in childish grievances,
To an abyss that neither hears, nor cares, for the fate of men.