Cosmic Thunder

Perhaps the last few leaves of Time Are dropping off the Lotus Tree, Our little earth will gasp its last And soon be swallowed up in sea. Then sea and earth divide and part, Each half dissolve without a trace, Twin flames that rush with lightning speed, Disintegrating into space. We may be sitting on a keg Of atoms that will soon explode And little else of us be left Save ash along the flaming road. And when we think ourselves secure, We may be standing on the brink Of chasms gorged with blood and fire, Abysms blacker yet than ink. It may be while we sleep or wake The world will end, a crash will come, With cleavage of the earth and sea, And thunder of the Cosmic Drum.