Friday, October 30, 2009

Post-Vita

What sound does the world make
When starting to wind down—
A sigh like failing wind,
Slow hiss stretched tiredly
Across the universe?
Perhaps only silence?

God may have tired of us
As we have tired of Him.
We catch the shimmering
Of His languid retreat,
watch the remaining stars
to black fade, one by one.

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