Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Poem: "In the End"

The skein of fate stretches thin beneath us;
Our universe unravels into specks of kaleidoscopic light.
Soon all will tumble into the formless void
Which laps at the feet of God.

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Do I know what it means? Nah, but it sounds pretty.