The Inevitable

The universe;
The grandest of grands,
Macrocosmic rays, beaming upon,
Every man, woman, child, and being.
We are but clicks, in a typewriter’s keyboard,
We could be erased in but a second.
Less than a second even, Less than
any form of speed we know.
We could be erased.
Galaxies swarm overhead, full of things we do not yet know.
The stars, blinking light out, trying so hard to reach us,
Like kids fighting for their parent’s attention.
The black is vaster than the color.
How can it be expanding?
It’s already to big for us, to big for them, to big for even itself.
The inevitable is soon to come.
How prodigious it is, that
We started from less than nothing, from a nothing’s nothing,
Into a something’s something.
We could be erased,
As fast as we were erected, we could be erased.
We could be erased.