We think that we’ve
got problems now.
The stars will one day disappear,
not all together – one by one.
Their lights will be no more, their names
forgotten. Everything
Must Go!
the cosmic closing down sale signs
will not proclaim. Which star will be
the last to die in this doom-fated
universe? Earth’s? No. Ours will be long
be gone before that final light
succumbs, along with all the others,
to the heat death of eternity.
An old, tired, now dead universe,
so ancient that the noughts which mark
its age will be too numerous
to count. A near infinity
of zeroes, to signify nothing.
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