A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

THE BIG CRUNCH
(8/13/11)


we
are blasted
into this existence
by a birthing
Big Bang

all
of our senses

all
of our energy

e x p a n d i n g
frantically outward
to experience
everything
within our
conceptual
grasp

as
we age
our expansion
atrophies
until our universe
becomes a still life
self portrait
of the well worn
everyday

then
we begin
to lose touch
with the outer
limits
of human perception
and our reality
slowly draws
back down
toward
our core

the
contraction
quickens
as the years
rush by
until
we are eventually
left only
with a small
point of consciousness
directly
in front
of us

finally
the last light
of our worldly
travail
disappears
in an infinitesimal
flash
as darkness
reclaims
us all

a personal
cosmic void
awaiting
some new spark
of creation