Eight Minutes

Stars die
planets die
organisms die
in the physical
death is death

no bargaining
no favorites
no escape

the eonic clock
sets the time
of termination

the earth ignites
oceans boil dry
the planet crackles
cinders snap into space
swept by solar winds
reclaimed by the cosmos
bound for re-formation
in a malleable universe

without requiem
history is a pyre
consciousness ash

souls in mass ascent
ride infinity’s slipstream
to new worlds
as the heavens realign
eight minutes
after the sun dies.

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When the sun dies.