A slim difference separates two words

only a prefix, nothing more.

An explosion, or implosion

create very different worlds

and we are much the same 

only the smallest bit of difference

we choose what we believe is right

and this becomes our name

we are the stars at night

our light distant and dim

we flicker, fickle and small

and with it fades our might

but as we sit upon the cusp of destruction

We choose

Explode

Give yourself to create something more

A nebula, the nursery of stars

Or

Implode

Become a puncture in the fabric of the cosmos

And bring everyone down with you

Into the icy embrace of that sickeningly empty

Nothing