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