fragments (time loop)

The tight coil of the time loop is about to snap.
And stars are ready to run apart into oblivion,
Collide and demolish itself into galactic dust,
Ripping real and imagined into nothingness
Until the Last unpaired and unattached would remain.
The Last one: invisible, formless and nameless,
A silent witness of the past glories and dismays,
Perhaps just a thought, frozen and curled
Into the circle of repetition, doomed into eternity
When time had perished like a puff of smoke.