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Elegy

We know it's dead when it starts to rot:

imploding galaxies,

cold cinder suns careering everywhere,

dark matter getting lighter.

helium crawls up the walls,

molecules fall apart,

even protons die.

nearest neighbors hardly speak,

even light takes forever and a day,

to get to your front door.

everything is faster, closer, hotter,

you merge and merge again,

till you're all a speck,

that's nothing and noplace,

waiting to be born.

We know it's dead.