from cosmic maelstrom's iron grip
we carve our tiny piece
through shifting gaps we try to slip
aware that we will cease
as transient forms we're on the brink
but burning oh so bright
in fleeting moments we are linked
and hold each other tight
into the void we etch our mark
with hope and love abound
what little time to play our part
we strive to make it count
uncaring forces out of reach
from which our lives we wring
whatever powers we beseech
won't change the course of things
one day the final darkness calls
don't linger with regret
and when at last the curtain falls
rejoice - for we have met
(2022)
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