The Final Darkness

Day 2,485, 04:26 Published in India China by lHonouR
THE FINAL DARKNESS

Precariously balanced on slender threads,
Of meaning and hope, we restlessly unfold,
From one moment into the next,
Like a spider spinning its clever web.

Here, on this blue speck, tickled by the raging sun,
We ceaselessly invent and reinvent ourselves,
Weaving comforting dreams from the silk of failure.

With a semblance of logic,
We proclaim our freedom and demand our rewards,
We love, we squander, we hate,
We immortalize the dead,
We revel in our youthful folly,
We project ourselves toward the farthest stars.

Impelled by some strange immutable force,
We plan, we build, we defy astronomical odds,
While slowly from the unimagined distance,
THE FINAL DARKNESS COMES.

xordin