Extinction

Extinction

Stars don’t sprinkle won’t longer twinkle
Nil face crease nor even a wrinkle
Nought thought sublime
Cease of space time
The sleep stronger than Rip Van Winkle

Alan Grace
17 March 2018

It’s sad than Professor Stephen Hawking is no longer here 😦

 

Daily prompt: Wrinkle

Poesy plus Polemics

The Heart and Soul Nebulae – photo by NASA

avalanching ethers

burst among solar flares

explosive with locust bytes

swarming in broadband storms

chomping through dark matter orbits

dimming the starlight

with sensory overload

to then disappear

massive cloud after cloud

into gestating bellies of

Cancer and Capricorn

reborn and transmogrified

carapaced cloven-clawed

mandibled sea-goats

voracious for unwrinkled brains

with pubescent attraction

to distraction of inane textese

reductive emoticonned moments

flashing frivolous acronyms

from voice-command gadgets

and chatspeaking thumbs

unable to utter

or finger-swipe

anything cosmic

to rescue the intellect

from cultural dross piled like grave-dirt

interring a species

that might have discovered

the soul of the universe

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