10 was old to 5,
30 unreal, and 60
Archaic. That was really
Magic.
When you age
Like a tree,
It takes roots that stretch to hell
To brace you against life's storms.
Knowing you have time to waste,
Knowing you'll waste it -
This is worse than being old
Living in the shadow of the fact,
What remains.
Eventually the past will eclipse all light,
It will put out the Great Fire whose embers
Are the few remaining stars, and flames
Are the withering galaxies, and the rest is char.
Eventually, the Universe
Will go to sleep
Too.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
10 was old to 5,
30 unreal, and 60
Archaic. That was really
Magic.
When you age
Like a tree,
It takes roots that stretch to hell
To brace you against life's storms.
Knowing you have time to waste,
Knowing you'll waste it -
This is worse than being old
Living in the shadow of the fact,
What remains.
Eventually the past will eclipse all light,
It will put out the Great Fire whose embers
Are the few remaining stars, and flames
Are the withering galaxies, and the rest is char.
Eventually, the Universe
Will go to sleep
Too.
