Deeper, deeper, ever deeper,
Down into the darkest skies;
Down beyond the reach of light,
Drowned in endless night.
Where sound is torn apart,
Broken by the will of
The universe itself,
As it rips itself asunder.
And as time itself unwinds,
Bent beyond comprehension,
Space is compressed
Into oblivion.
How many worlds
Became unraveled,
None the wiser
To their own demise?
And how many more
Will be devoured
In their final hour by
the insatiable abyss?
Could ours be next?
Probably not…
But even still,
I try not to think about it too much.
I’d rather think about what’s for lunch.
Tyler DeWriter 