My life is one little lived. A scattered book of stories, not written, on paper still living and giving life, with ink still buried in black beneath bedrock and soil. I am young and inexperienced, and I know little of this mind or body I inhabit. 

about me: a story of the universe.


 

 

 

 

 

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Sun Mother

 

 

 

 

September 30th, 20,000,000,000 AD

 

 

 

In a few billion years or so,
When the light shines brightest,
And the stars begin to roam,
When the orange turns to red,
And Neptune stands alone,
We’ll thank you for life;
Welcoming air and steady ground,
That stayed our heavy feet,
The friendly soil and tender clouds,
That stayed our heavy hearts,
For when Mother Nature is widowed,
And if we’re even still alive,
We’ll look to your spot in grace,
And sing for the Sun that never died.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

II.

 

 

 

The Somnium

 

 

 

October 14th, 2019 AD

 

 

 

 

Death may be a guarantee,
Though take it not for granted;
Life is matter’s pyrrhic plea,
To the merciless Abaddon—
A worthlessness so whole and free,
All meaning would abandon,
This fabric home to you and me,
Beyond our understanding.
But like stars that roam the blackened sea,
Our place is not withstanding;
For this moment too shall surely flee,
And this flesh is not so placid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

III.

 

 

Voidrend

 

 

 

April 4th, 10e^46 AD

 

 

 

 

See the black dwarfs—
They tread a tired trail, my friend,
Of dark and dust in hollow’s dale;
Where stars grow pale and suns are rent,
Their light expelled in nova’s gale;
A destruction hailed with no lament,
As a Heavy Dark brings mass to vail,
Leaving rules and laws laid bare and bent,
For time and space would surely quail,
As their fabrics tear and then re-mend,
And light itself finds no avail,
Against those snares of leaden event,
Its horizon of nigh and nothing prevails;
For nigh and nothing is spared its rend—
They dwarf the Black Sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

end.

 

 

 


 

 

 

 


 

 

I. Sun Mother:

Humans associate the Sun with life, and like all stars, the sun will die. And when that happens, how will life react, if life is still? Would they become sentimental to their old energy source, to the body that provided them the opportunity to exist? Or would they be cold and scientific, treating it’s death as a spectacle, a mundane one at that, taking notes and calculations aboard the Dyson Sphere of a new, younger star.

(September 30th is my mother’s birthday.)

 

 

 

 

II. The Somnium:

We are nothing in the grand scheme of the universe. Like the stars that will wander long after we are gone, our place in the universe, and our destinies as individuals are not set in stone. Eponymous to a brilliant work of science fiction by  15th  century author Johannes Keppler.

 

 

 

 

III. Voidrend:

Will the universe end in fire or ice? It will end in ice. In a practical eternity, after all the stars have died and the age of starlight ends, our universe will be home to black dwarfs of mass that destroy nothing and everything. Eventually, these black holes will degrade, and die as the stars they carry at their core. Time will become meaningless, and oblivion will enshroud the empty black forever.

 


 

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