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SILENT SPECTATORS
A pale moon wanders over silent waters,
Gazing quietly at our intransigence.
It is sad to let things go by, as they are,
But what can you or I do, except watch
Like strange and silent spectators.
Insignificant as we are,
Yet seeking a change
To the entropy around us.
The circle of time is reaching its end,
The earth looks like collapsing,
Bogged down
By the sheer weight of its own burden.
Where in this galactic plan,
Does our existence figure?
How will the cosmic scroll writers,
Describe our destruction?
How will we be remembered,
When this expanse of nothingness,
Gives birth to new life forms again
When there will be nothing left
No remnant at all
Of anything of anybody?
