Matter
Somewhere in the future, maybe
near, maybe far, there will be wars
and governments will fall, possibly
ours, and storms will alter the
landscape, and this house will rot
into the ground, and no one on this
planet will have a picture of us or
even know who we are. And so
many species will go extinct and
humanity will forget itself. And
galaxies will collide or drift out
farther apart from one another.
And even particles will separate,
matter will become dust, and the
last energy will one day blink into
darkness. But that is not today
because you are here playing with
the cats and laughing, and I am
cooking dinner and drinking wine,
and Soph is practicing pirouettes
across the kitchen floor, and you
and I found time yesterday to
make out for a bit, and tomorrow
we'll rake the the yard. And if we
manage to clean the house, we'll
invite some people over, and that
is all we have that really matters.
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