Many centuries from now,
Long after all life has become dust upon the currents of our galaxy,
Past the time of the collapse of our stars,
And as the great blanket of space folds over itself once more,
A Being will come.
One beyond our language to define.
Long after all life has become dust upon the currents of our galaxy,
Past the time of the collapse of our stars,
And as the great blanket of space folds over itself once more,
A Being will come.
One beyond our language to define.
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And make new shapes out of our debris.
These shapes will grow,
And fruit,
And nourish.
And here is where we will meet again,
In our other forms,
Other sizes,
Other ways.
As we look into the other’s newness,
During another chance at the Universe.