We know the world and the universe
will go on without us, that the first
day without us will be no different
from the last of our lives, yet... Deep
inside our minds we have this
nagging thought that it shouldn't,
that like a grieving widow it should
throw itself onto our meagre pyre.
The cosmos, this vastness opening
in time and space is everything
to us, so we, who count the beginning
of the world from our begetting,
feel hurt that it will go on, to
vast dephts of time, and we,
gone with all our feeble dreams,
our pyre long ash made into new flesh.
19.09.2023
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