I have a tear coming to my eyes,
because it is poignant and true to me
that this Paper on which I write, is going to burn up with
the mass of humanity that is fast approaching,
it’s final extinction with the entire globe.
I always prepare for the deaths of my family and friends,
beforehand-if I am lucky enough to see it on the horizon-
in a song or poem, during a long walk at night, I sob, alone.
It is my way of coping. It is acceptance.
I have done this repeatedly. Lessens the blow.
To resign that, nothing is going to impede or prevent
the DEATH OF THE PLANET,
that everything I have ever painted, or penned, or sang
will have NO TRACE of having happened?
THAT NOTHING CREATED BY ANYONE WILL SURVIVE,
on a Dead EARTH Spinning in the Nothingness of Space for Millennia’s.
so what am i to do?
I should enjoy that I am ALIVE, RIGHT NOW.
I love my sister. I love my dog. I love my family and friends.
I am still going to sing and play, still enjoy the sounds outside,
the wind on my cheeks, the changing light that fluctuates in EACH INSTANT.
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL BEYOND EXPRESSION.
almost to hedonism,
the gluttony in Extasy of BEING ALIVE in this moment.
WE ARE HERE,NOW.
I LOVE YOU. AND THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT OF US.
I hope, that Our Souls and Spirits DO Have Eternal Life
Outside of Physical Existence.
It brings tears to my eyes.
It is poignant and true.
This is my way of coping,
of OUR INEVITABLE DEMISE.
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