fragments (just a thought)

the tight coil of the time loop
is about to snap.
the stars are ready
to drift apart
into oblivion,
collide
and demolish themselves
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 in the circle
of repetition,
doomed into eternity
when time will perish
like a puff of smoke.