The End

Seasons come and go

But a stone is still a stone.

A tiny hand reaches into the infinite pitch

But the stars care not.

Civilization crumbles

But the wind still blows.

The planets swirl, enigmatic and swift

But they cannot break free from the sun’s grasp.

An ant may scale a boulder

But it cannot conquer the boot.

The universe is tiny

An energy print in the blackest reach.

Each day a light is snuffed

And a star winks out

And the cosmos cry

For their fallen brethren

But we cannot save, or be saved.

So we cast down our eyes

And watch the ground beneath us fail

And grow sick

And weary

From the cancer we inflict.

And time forgets

But never forgives.

As all the lights blink out.

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