Atoms and Ash
Everything ends
Even Shakespeare’s works
will cease to exist
someday
when the sun swells
burning it all away
to atoms and ash
every sonnet
every play
every single syllable
he ever penned
set adrift in the void of space
So it doesn’t matter
he will never know me
I will never know him
We will never engage
in deep discussions
of doomed masterpieces
over tea or coffee
in a quiet corner of a cafe
or while imbibing bourbon
smooth and sweet
in a swanky bar on Broadway
served in crystal glasses
reflecting rainbows of light
into our eyes as we realize
Nietzsche was right
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