As the Vortex Goes Down The Drain

by Some Quark Based Matter

What’s next in line after our fall?
A bursting star?
A new universe, perhaps, null state our fate?

Before the gods we swear
with our speck of time devoted.
This ring I wear?
To that I swear devotion.
But to myths and ghosts?
By what right do I to you
or you to eye for and I-question sanity.

The universe expands and others bloom
Some fade never making the grade.
And we in our infinite wisdom
on oaths made to ghosts
as if the gods could care
from such simple minded hosts.

Energy-souls/ chaos every where,
Loose to coalesce and break apart
A holographic play of the grand.
played in our sand box
rewind compress restart.