( A poetical response to a dear loves thought )
One day the world will end
As the cradle of life, let's us go,
Each moment, every breath erased
No kindness or tenderness to hold on to,
Fear and hatred forever evaporated
Never to be seen again, Amen,
Through the flames we will soar
Burning brightly as stars,
Though our blood will run no more
In magic of infinity, hurled dreams stored,
Beyond storm clouds of reality's confusion
In autonomous transcendence, forever illuminating,
Beyond frictionless feeling, the vortex of now
That we will be unable to touch or feel,
The noise,chaos and confusion fading
Divergent efflorescence permeating,
Distilling tears that no longer keep flowing
Stripping bare, the pulse of thought releasing,
Iridescent, in spite of our grain being smudged out
Maybe the echo of humanity will continue to shine.
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