It began with an act of surpream violence
a Big Bang, expanding ever outward
Comos born of matter and gas, matter and gas
10 billion years ago.
Whose idea was this
Who had the audasity for such invention?
And the reason
were we part of that plan, 10 billion years ago
Are we born only to die;
to be fruitful and multiply and replenish the Earth
before giving way to our generations
If there is a beginning,
Must there be an end?
We burn like fires in our time,
Only to be extinguished;
To surrender to the elements eternal reclaim
Matter and gas
Will this all end one day
Life no longer passing to life
The Earth left barren like the star above,
Like the cosmos
Will the hand that lit the flame, let it burn down,
let it burn out
Could we too become extinct
Or if this fire of life living inside us is meant to go on
who decides
who tends the flames
Can they reignite the spark even as it grows cold and weak?
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