Expunging Creation

She sits, unchallenged in her lofty throne

the creator of all that was and all that ever

will be, her fearful powers of existence

never resting, roiling a universe whose

present is its distant past forever changing

charged with a dynamism that devours itself

even while it combusts fragmenting into new

compositions of matter in an ordered but not

orderly transition of particles and gases forming

worlds unknown and one well known whose

solar-driven purpose sustains living organisms

utterly unalike to the substances giving rise

to their haven within a vast and desolate

infinity of timeless dimensions and fearful

possibilities in a time-studied field of hydrogen

wasting itself in that endless churn of destiny.