And If
Our weak cosmos is strung onto a thread
invisible to scopes or necked eye.
When snapped this universe shall surely die
and nothing shall be left not even dread.
It is the mouth in which all life is fed.
It is the length of light, our nearest star
it is the constellations close and far
the center core where even hope is shed.
A comet streaking through our atmosphere?
Magnetic poles transforming earths orbit?
Volcanoes spitting fire and ash, and fear?
Destruction of earth and all that’s on it.
Our world may end on any given day
for we are but dust in the Milky Way.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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