Pale blue dot, suspended in a sunbeam,
Your light is caught in the constellations.
The surrounding void is a stagnant stream
Too barren to offer us libations.
Our species is dwarfed by eternity
And we have far outgrown our nesting grounds.
Like the baby tortoise put out to sea
Our lack of knowledge, like water, abounds.
Futuristic aliens will detect
The oncoming Heat Death by its redshift.
With no lasting monument to erect,
Entropy eats itself and births a rift
In the pristine spacetime continuum.
And Randomness takes a much-needed break.
And Chaos crinkles like aluminium
And Creation is fit to burst – it aches
To start the old machinations once more.