All endings should be the unit of equivalent.

For all things are the same.

My light years mean no meaning.
And my light, is immeasurable.

For i am too distant,

For i am to be calm.
In all of consequence of entropy, as the spontaneous rule of physics.

Is in nothing, and everything.

And the sea of stars, is forever distant.

My light years, mean no meaning.

And my light, is immeasurable.

Nothing, and forever nothing.

And in nothing, will there be nothing.

for the cosmico’s have been destined lifetimes of predictable.

But for mines are never.

And the light around me, is just a separation in a void of space.

And as all endings should be.

Wonders.