with such fine apprehension
it could effortlessly plumb
the vast depths of the cosmos
and, god-like, construct theories
beyond the ken of ordinary men
of gravity and matter affecting
the stars and farthest galaxies
all this while pitifully bound
within the constrained limits
of a useless broken body
that would not bend itself
to your commands or will.
An atheist, you well surmised
the starry universe you loved
whose mysteries entranced
you throughout your life
would care not a jot that
your mighty consciousness
would shrink to a singularity
of the utterest nothingness
sucked into that black hole
from which no man returns.