If there were one
Will he know
How a world ends
If they die with their suns
And not by its people and comets

(The mundane and the stellar –
They are dancing the tango.)

What if the light that peeks into your atmosphere
Have gone disaparecido
And your scape and scale and depth mean nothing now

And if all life and its traces of beauty and insanity
Become like the fate of that desert at Los Alamos
Will you live to tell a tale
About a black hole
Who loves a dying star

Where there is no sound
No gas to fill lungs
Just a vacuum, and stale gravity
Where there were heroes and civilizations once
Where billions of years ago
People spoke of love conquering all

(c) 2012
Vivien Marie Lopez

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