Sub-atomic Existance

Subatomic existance,
whirling in the clouds of stars.
Spinning slowly past the worlds,
planets Jupiter and Mars.

Nothing more than stardust,
sparkling solutions made of fluff.
Space makes this all so meaningless,
just random, shrinking stuff.

The universe's expanding,
the ionic bonds all breaking down.
Count the hydroxide particles;
supernova's blown.

What's big about this negativity?
Fades and gathers o'er time and time.
Charging lives of neutral dreamers,
can't touch the space of rhymes.

Whirling mess of perpetuation,
broken down and built again.
Stardust existance of the silence,
void of perfect, cosmic rain.