As a scientist searches for answers, or a moth is drawn to lightnot knowing why, rather, driven by some deep biological impulse. Yes, that's it. That's the chemicals stirring, neurons firing. Reactive reactions and unintelligible wonder. There's something to that. Something to dig deeper forthe invigorating rapport that lurks and shifts, and then, having the overwhelming urgency (an inescapable consequence of being alive), rushes to the surface, gasping and desperate. Yet, in darkness, these shadows are indistinguishable and such are things lost or things contained within my own body. Such is this entity devouring stars, not out of envy or desire, but so she might come to understand the night sky for something other than its beauty.
How infinite is this expanse of space?
How long until there is nothing left to consume?
And it will never be enough.