INTO THE COLD AEONS

Life, in the end, lacks permanent meaning -

all names are written on water,

and that water is the memory of humanity.

One day where now its waves heave

erasing names, foam

over the deep abysses of existence,

there shall be but parched ground,

and beyond that, the great chasm of time

and space, in which the universe as a whole

shall run as dry as the oceans of Earth under

the glare of the aged Sun. No memory

of us will reach the deep aeons

of matterless cold that await.

07.05.2020