At this moment you see, hear, feel
For there are light, sound and emotion.
A cosmic endless list of Everything.
You nestle deep in the assuring warmth of this complexity;
And need to gaze at an unpolluted night sky for long
To remember you are on a planet.
The Future is a delayed, yet inevitable Present
A curse of the unwanted blessing of equality
It will be raining galaxies on your tiny spherical home
The starry night sky will drop in to visit,
And vision swallowed amid gaping voids
Will carry the only sound of a story finished.
End, will begin.
Blazing cosmic torches will light the darkening sky
As all things seek their way back Home.
Streams will return to oceans that bore them in their womb;
And all roads ever built will turn to Rome
Unbearable warmth will squeeze the soul free to follow the same path,
And storms engage in their last war dance.
Here, there, now, then, will cross over distinguishing lines
And all thoughts merge into one existence.
It comes, of that I’m sure.
A plethora of small lives, pains and colours
Laughter and sunsets, sad songs on the radio, summer night stars,
And the rain
All reduced to thermodynamic equilibrium.
But today you see, hear, know
For there are light, sound, and a finite being.
Counting the days till the inexorable dark end
Sweeps the meaning of Meaning away
To a single burning eye on infinite black vacuum
To look for the last time, then close to all of existence, lost forever