and take a breath,
the world may pass
and have its death,
but long lives legacy
as certain and divine
in unstoppable forces
drawing mathematical lines.
Lines in the sand. Legs that don’t stand.
Destiny may not exist,
but continuity
will not be missed
by cycles and silence,
by evolving, our world
doesn’t need us there
but it certainly will
ask for balance, and fair,
but once we forget
those unstoppable forces
is the day we allow
evolution its courses.
Correction. Scour. Purge and restore.
Pulses of life
may go on their way
but if we refuse change
then we relinquish our say.
Revolve, on to endings
is how it all goes,
while expanding beyond
our uncertain hopes.
The universe wills
what none of us wants,
a tiny blue dot
that insignificance taunts.
And why do we strive
for that legacy, bare?
Our selfish design
against the other, we scare.
So tear apart lands
and rip apart people,
the universe moves
whether or not we are equal.
Evolve, not despair
in this cracked, drying desert,
and pull in the air,
that the forces will hurt.
Correct, or do not,
that certainly matters
in a universe, growing,
to see selfishness scatter.