Issue 57 – Uncaring Universe

size of universe
self-importance of mankind
just about the same

By DS Davidson

At Event Horizon
By David Edwards

Contemplate Black Holes:
those ghosts of dead suns…
the darkness therein…
that ubiquitous nothing…
their nihilistic nature
inescapable
beyond Event Horizon.

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Fragility
By Harris Coverley

It takes nine months to grow a man
And less than a second to destroy him

How is the growing of the leaf
To the rotting of the tree

How is the brewing of the beer
To the swilling of the ends

Bitter in delivery
Bitterer in reflection

After We Landed
By Goran Lowie

WE BELIEVED:
we would find many mysteries
discover things truly alien
evidence of other civilizations
other ways of being.

WE THOUGHT:
we would unravel worlds
investigate without fear
come to understand
other ways of being.

WHAT WE FOUND:
some things are too mysterious
so alien as to be meaningless
unintelligible, incomprehensible
other ways of being.

Snuffed Out
By DJ Tyrer

Here at the universe’s ending
Waiting
What for?
Last stars are snuffed out
An energy-free eternity
Or, maybe something will happen
Too late to mean a thing

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Probing in this Endless Night
By Harris Coverley

Across the immeasurable gulfs; down the boundless depths; amongst the infinitely spaced points of coldest light. Eyes that look, and hands that feel, that search and never find on an empty trail through the vastness of the nothing. The winds of aether rushing through the eldritch dark that not even the most malevolent spirits would dare to hide within. The rotations of the wanderers against unthinking suns as careless as the gravity pits that will inevitably crush them, and from amongst the icicles hanging from long dead stars like the tears of forsaken gods, the whisper comes, but no one is left to hear. So indeed, the great breaking clock of the universe keeps turning, until the coil twists out, unravelled, and turns no more… and final and true serenity is reached forevermore.

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Untitled
By Cardinal Cox

The Universe may not care
When galaxies collide
Or about pulsars burning
As hot as it’s own birth
Or that dark matter
Is all that holds itself together
Or that you cry
When a kitten hurts its paw
But I care
And you are
My Universe
To me

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