one day this simple form shall cease
of whirling molecules;
of proteins, cells and D.N.A.
this energy shall then away,
transform it's own constituents
according to the rules.
what then of it's inhabitants?
the thoughts, desires, and will?
no form to which they can pertain,
nor cloud to bind these drops of rain,
a flood upon the earth shall be;
when i fulfill my destiny,
another day until.
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