Render Unto Entropy

I hold that small comfort

That even the stars share our mortality

That the heavens are not eternal spheres

Mocking in their perpetual solitude.

Tumultuous is heaven

Reflected here on earth

Becoming brilliant bursts of light

Or bodies fading to obscurity

Nothing holds true

No permanence will be found

Not even god

Escapes the reaper’s scythe

When we return to the garden

Clothed in naked innocence

May we find that eternity

Or fade and never know our lies

Leave a Reply

Name and email address are required. Your email address will not be published.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

You may use these HTML tags and attributes:

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <pre> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> 

%d bloggers like this: