If the universe is expanding and
All is in flight from the center outwards,
If what is close soon shall be far;
If all is slowing by miniscule degrees
Until the whole **** lot is frozen;
If every thriving life will cool; if I am
Mistaken and you are not the fool
I hoped you were; if you are;
If, in the vast ending of this story,
It is not the plot but the syntax
That chafes against you;
If you are a mad creature,
A dissonance in the hum,
If you can be defined by your name,
And you think there is anything to be gained
In your coming to the front lines,
If you think you can slow the creeping cold
Of mumbled words and sideways glances,
If you will not be cowed or numbed -
Gather your things, say your goodbyes
And come.
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 2:15 AM UTC
If the universe is expanding and
All is in flight from the center outwards,
If what is close soon shall be far;
If all is slowing by miniscule degrees
Until the whole **** lot is frozen;
If every thriving life will cool; if I am
Mistaken and you are not the fool
I hoped you were; if you are;
If, in the vast ending of this story,
It is not the plot but the syntax
That chafes against you;
If you are a mad creature,
A dissonance in the hum,
If you can be defined by your name,
And you think there is anything to be gained
In your coming to the front lines,
If you think you can slow the creeping cold
Of mumbled words and sideways glances,
If you will not be cowed or numbed -
Gather your things, say your goodbyes
And come.