The Eschaton of the Troglodyte
One million years ago
Before everything we know
Was "this" even here
On the galactic frontier?
For some there's no debate
There was some extant state
For some there's no dispute
God's mouth still lay mute
Such a frothy matter
With such uncivil chatter
And a million years from today
Will we have seen doomsday?
What of this present moment
And all its' many components?
Is this the nexus of it all?
End of the aesthete and Neanderthal?
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2018
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