About Our Cosmos

Vast, blue arms wheeling eloquently
in the emptiness that is the Void.
Voluminous globs of gold spinning violently
in the chaos that is the galaxy.

Suns made of heat and plasma,
planets made of rust and unknown phenomena.
Suns collapse, fade, and blow away,
planets collide, erode, and hit the unlit road,
but consciousness stays
behind to guess and to play.

God-like eyes peer through a looking glass,
and gaze past the hazy mist and into the past.
While human hands build a ship to the stars,
and we leave the ground and claim Heaven is ours.

Atoms and molecules make dust,
Oxygen and Iron make rust;
God and Science make life,
Man and Technology make strife.

Hurricanes spin and spit water over sea and land,
while galaxies spin and spit stars over blackness we can't understand.
Rockets and bombs launch and ignite,
and comets and asteroids come and set light
to the forests and imagination,
oblivious to regrets and metal contraptions.

Leviathenesc webs of island universes,
are far grander than what we can traverse.
Worlds of fire and ice
aren't very clear and concise.

Long ago Time began,
before God made Sea and Land.
Long ago Life was born,
and back then, there was no scorn.

Far from now, Time will end,
but that's not around the bend.
Far from now, Life will cease,
but consciousness will increase.
Far from now, God will come,
and we'll go where he came from.
Far from now, all the stars will die,
but that will not be the time to cry.
Far from now, the Music will stop
but it's not due to the cops.
One day, far from now, Love will die,
then is the time to cry.