“Thoughts At End Of Time” (poem)

Death has claimed, but we persist

Though bonds to earth are broken

We specters grasp and wander wide

Purposeless as children.

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When we reach elysian summit

Far beyond antediluvian

Do you think we’ll find the things we lost—

Our beloved, old provisions?

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The timeless, endless days will hold

Ashes of our infancy

We stand at end of time

As the shouting flame of culture dies.

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Without the key to souls

Against our dissolution

What will succor spirits then,

When earth itself has faded?

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When each person stands alone

And naked in the void,

Will emptiness recede in grace, or

Coldly kill and vanish?

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The clarity of chaos comes

And earth does softly fade

We alone remain, the residue;

The children of the withered home.

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I think we’ll find amid the gloom

Hands reaching out to touch

Comprehension filling us

With certainty illuminating.

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What shall we fear in death?

Not folly, failure, doubt, or loss

For something in us cannot die:

The pure eye of the human.