When everything is said
and anything is all done
what will linger on the lips
of ghosts
and the futures
that never existed
After the last piece
of earth has quaked
and solar systems
were just things in history books
what will matter?
The moment
just before
every material thing
has done the impossible
and all we are left with
are entities
is there still love
and is music still audible?
When we no longer see our hands
or anything for that matter
(not even blackness)
Will we obtain sight
that isn't visual
What happens
after the end?
Reason for writing:
Thinking about the end of time...light hearted thinking...
Birth sign: Gemini
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