if for a moment
the sun could dim,
quiet the sound
of revolving planets,
see itself in
a milky way mirror,

perhaps it would be unhappy
with its universe, perhaps homesick
for a distant, discarded galaxy;
perhaps it would begin
a slow levitation

into oblivion, toward a colder
universe, one where planets
revolve in silence, one where
stars huddle together for warmth.