the end

the end

silence drowns out every sound darkness every light
the senses are null and devoid when life is at an end
no feelings deep under ground no memories in sight
the atoms all now unemployed no vibrations to send
in a sea of nothingness floats the separated electrons
quiet and seeking the nucleus to create the beginning
gravity pulls the universe bloats of possible selections
night is an ocean ceruleous upon the pintle spinning
time flows yet does not exist motion goes to nowhere
directions future or past completely with no meaning
in the now moments consist of this ephemeral glare
history has first and last infinity is made of dreaming
the height of mountains lure the valley depths excite
these are not here any more at the end of the delight