Galaxy

In time all galaxies will die

Stars will dim until we soak up the last of the light

No longer capable of sustaining life

Those daily grinds, hustles, and prayers

Become silly little games to distract

But what of the energy?

that spark that’s within us?

Stillness, frigid, dark

Eerily we’ll drift at leisure

Collide and converge in an orgy without pain

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