Under fading suns
at the end of light,
when no stars are born,
let there still live on
the memory of Earth,
in minds still pale blue
orbiting the Sun,
aflame not frozen,
giving birth
to the life then dying.
Let the frantic
descendants seeking
escape to the multiverse
still remember us,
the weak, frail beings of
short lives, who lived
so that they could live
trillions of years of stories
we could never imagine.
16.10.2013-04.10.2020
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