Last Days of Man
It is weightless
It is beyond the crest of all stars
The twinkling pin pricks, a collective civilization deep in
sleep…
Spinning, lost in the throes of these cosmos.
It is fearless
It is the ending of all days
The creeping tendrils, gripped tight in a vacuum freeze
Swirling, storms and the seas, like memories bleed
These are the last days of Man.
