Nu (stellar corpse)

All you people with all these other people.

I want to light you all on fire.

I'm so in love with you; all of you, and not a one lets their force bear down upon me.

Like a point no line may touch on a graph--infinite, and by nature untouchable; that place where there is something so entirely massive that all of space and time sink deep into it without ceasing... it's me. I'm it. I'm inside it. I'm outside of you. Outside of all of it; a point no line may ever reach. Asymptotic.

And I am only this way because I hope you bear weight, you halo object, that my magnetism traps thee.

Selene!

I am reaching, everything bearing mass inside of me, desperately reaching with all the force I can muster--my wildest stabs at gravity rushing madly for your light.
I would don thee as a fine sash, your beams bent three hundred and sixty degrees, making me beautiful: my quintessence knowable, defined, by your elegant glimmer.

Is it a matter of time dear?
I am undoing this too... what is that keeps me from you?