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Long Live the Universe, A Poem

Chris has written poetry for 28 years though he focuses on short fiction. But watch out for the occasional twisted nursery rhyme.

Mostly Galaxies, Not Stars

The Beatles, Here Comes the Sun

Long Live the Universe

The sun does not linger all evening

But sinks beneath the horizon,


Like John, George, Paul, and Ringo

Going one at a time.

Every song has an ending,

A book, one last page,

Actors play out

A final scene.

A poem, a closing phrase.

The cosmos rushes forth

Stretching those in tow.

Four hundred billion galaxies


With nothing left to show.

Suns set.

Books close.

Songs end.

Hearts stop.

The universe stretches a meter too far—

Blackness follows...

Will a new morning come

For each of us,

A fresh start,

Another chance?

I don’t know.

Will new hearts

begin to beat

To a new and different drum

As the sun and old souls rise

Until their work is done?


© 2019 Chris Mills

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