All aboard our grain of sand,
on its elliptical path,
floating around a furnace
for what to us is forever!
A jolly carousel,
spinning and balancing,
rolling and revolving
in dark emptiness.
Who knows what is out there,
watching our little fair,
(amused or dejected?)
killing a moment of eternity.
Tag: eternity
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Vanity Fair
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Moonlit Meaninglessness
It takes one glance
up to the sky
on a full‑moon night
to realise
that we mean nothing.
Yet in constellations far away
and in the tiniest snowy flakes
there is a harmony
we keep on crushing,
nurturers of entropy.
We’re only here for a while,
without even knowing why,
we should begin to unwind
this tangled clew of lunacy,
for you can’t buy eternity.
Cosmic & Uneasy 