As to the fate of the universe,
some who claim to know maintain
that it is expanding, not contracting,
and is simple to explain.
Two final phases, then eternity,
the Age of Degeneration,
then the Age of Photons, will thus ignite
a continuum of illumination.
In the penultimate phase,
things will disintegrate;
the fabric of matter will rip apart,
molecules will disseverate.
In the last phase,
In
the
last
phase, all that will remain,
are tiny flickers of light,
off and on, like fireflies,
electrifying the night.
If then all is to end in a twinkle,
and you and I dissolve into a blink,
then power up your neon sign
and greet me with a wink.
Something magnificent it will be:
twinkle, twinkle, near and far,
tiny dots like fireflies
captured in a boundless jar.
Are these your prophetic affirmations? .... I see cling-on Prions everywhere..Keep penning, One Peace at a time..
Sonny, Inspired, prophetic and beautiful. Simply wonderful. Peace, Ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fabulous and unique poem, an absolute delight to read. Well done.10 here. Jim