Physics tells us that the universe is exploding.
All of its bodies grow inexorably
farther and farther from one another
at an increasing rate of speed.
Dark energy, unnamed, unknowable
hurls them apart.
One day someone will stand
on the surface of this planet
with her high-powered futuristic telescope
and look out and see no galaxies
no planets, no shooting stars.
She squints through its one infinite eye and spies
only blackness. Only emptiness.
She believes she is alone.
Will that person
that distant future astronomer
remember an ancient time when we studied nebulas?
When our galaxy touched its neighbors
and there were suns that warmed other worlds?
That all of it is still out there
Unseen? Reachable if only she knew it was there?
Or will she believe her own eyes?
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