The Final Scream

In the end there will be a great popping sound—the final scream—then *poof*
We will all participate in it—our long stretch of DNA and possibilities—
those things known and unknow wherever we are, whoever we are.

All across the brow of God—the final reckoning, a crease—
where the universe completes itself (and if you haven’t yet—you will).

You see...

all along we’ve been pandering for a purpose and all along it’s been to rest.
“I don’t know what to tell you. You know...here we are.

It’s not glorious, the end—look—how could it be? I didn’t plan it all just for you.”

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