Deep Time, Dark Time

Sunday Scribblings: deepest, darkest.

It’s dark at the end of the universe.
The old stars’ last crimson glimmers
have faded away to nothing
in slow heat-death. It’s cold.
The last few left alive
hoard sparks of energy. Adrift in deep space.
Adrift in deep time. They murmur
into a universe whose birth-cries
have long since faded—into
deep silence—“Are you there?
Are you still there?
We are still seeking you
through deep time, dark time
still seeking light. Is this
the end? Is this the beginning?”
The
end
begins
with
light.