Unwinding

Unwinding Universe

The universe is ending. Yes – its gears are winding down
Will it expand – and cool, and die?
Losing its grip on gravity?
Or otherwise: implode. Returning to its first renown:
A point whose mass a million suns
Outweighs. Whose heat all over-runs.
The universe is like a clock unwinding: winding down.

So will the planets lose their suns? And wander off to die?
Like sheep without a shepherd’s care
Who bleat aloud their bleak despair?
And will the black holes dominate by eating smaller fry?
Consuming everything they can?
Including light – with blithe élan.
The universe is like a clock unwinding: winding down.

So space expands – with lightning speed – this, our own universe
We gaze. And all the stars we see
But deepen still the mystery.
Such stars – and planets – all beyond our reach. Is this a curse?
To see – but never, ever touch?
Perhaps it does not matter much.
The universe is like a clock unwinding: winding down.

While stars keep getting born – and die. While human minds perceive
The wonder, mystery, and grace
Bequeathed to us: the human race
To stare and try to understand what here is to believe:
A clock made only by some chance?
This cannot be the happenstance!
The universe is like a clock unwinding: can its key be found?

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