Is This the End?
Is this the end of everything you were? A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur. The final breath into the distant night, Reminding us
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Is this the end of everything you were? A burst of light, a hurried, fractious blur. The final breath into the distant night, Reminding us
The empty cupboards of our Universe Are filled with neutral cobwebs of potential; All of them waiting for an opportunity To blaze into life and
Far into space, amongst the darkest Sea New planets sit like marbles in a row. We turn our eyes to find out what might be
13.8 billion years ago the universe EXPLODED into life Cutting through space time like a celestial knife Through butter and Bringing with it every permutation
You sit there coarsely oscillating, Calling to us through the ether Beneath a blanket of stars. You swim against the tide, Pass a tent of
Fast radio bursts come from outer space, We measure them and try to plot their trace; First thought to be some cataclysmic scar, Lost echoes
So you were once a star that could not shine; Your mass too low, reactions could not start. A lonely planet, that was your design;