The fate of the universe is darkish, <br />as Einstein has assessed and Hubble later on. <br /> <br />The dark energy squeezes tightly our throat, <br />the whole universe inflates like a balloon, <br />it becomes a ball, swelling at a devil’s pace, <br />the galaxies depart, the one from the other, <br />like a bird from a bird, me from you, <br />we from us, like the community from its shadow. <br /> <br />The dark matter will make the universe cold, <br />they say, a rooster overthrows the previous one <br />that of the dark energy, before it puffs us up, <br />before it makes us debris, a floating zero. <br /> <br />For a solution, NASA will send proper poetry <br />via a modern radar, to make the forces wise. <br />They asked verses of mine. The Committee wonders <br />whether they are inappropriate or 'in, appropriate'. <br /> <br />I guess that in the end God is waiting for us <br />to chat with us for the light-tree of a humble love, <br />for the wise who knows that he knows nothing, <br />for a saint who speaks with the stars, His birds. <br />What else he wishes to feel moved and recreate? <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-destruction-of-the-universe/
