1
In the end, everything
ends
in a failure,
even the universe.
2
There are no victories,
only defeats
delayed.
There are no successes
that carry beyond death,
of mortal beings,
mortal civilizations,
mortal universes.
3
Those who celebrate
their achievements
by writing them on clay
and stone, and send
into space on radiowaves,
are writing on void
for minds made of dust.
12.03.2022
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