Monday, November 20, 2017

Water Drops: A poem

Staring at the edge of space
I'm finally face-to-face
With the end of the universe
The last lines of poetic verse

I can see it bleeding away
The last instance of everyday
Burning like a map set ablaze
It's nothing but the final phase

Darkness will mend all the light
There's nothing we can do: no fight
At least we can't see it coming
Yet, we can hear it humming

The last minute is set to pass
Humanity could never last
Little fleshy beads of water
Dissipate when it gets hotter

We're fragile like figurines
And don't even know what life means
The course was set from the get-go
This, my friends, is the last show

We asked for seconds at dinner
Now we have seconds and sinners
Tick tock, burn through the coal
Dig us deeper in our hole

Greedy droplets want all the wealth
Deplete the Earth of all her health
She's been sick all this time
All we wanted were her dimes

Darkness eating at our heart
Didn't see it, until we fell apart
Don't worry, this isn't death
It's just all that is left

The last bit of entirety
Reduced to nothing, impossibly
The last line, the last molecule
Murphy's law? More like his rule

Nothing but darkness
Nothing but endless
Nothing
Nothing

Until the faint beat of a heart
And a single bright yellow spark
From there, the darkness recedes
And from there, everything proceeds

Sitting in the spot of the burst
Was a water drop filled with thirst
The pressure of the darkness
Brought back the entire Universe

Dripping on cosmic wire  
Creating our problem, our fire
Yet, it's still water dripping
Putting an end to the reaping

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