We are random shallow creatures

Doing as our God programmed

Seeking answers so elusive

Working hard like cosmic ants

Keeping faith but never knowing

When new hope will come in sight

Always stumbling through the darkness

Then the future turns hard right

Heading for a vortex spinning

Down and down a hole so black

Until the boundaries are full

And pressures start to pushing back

Overstraining the compression

Till inevitably the blast

And as milleniums go past

Slowly, finally, resurrection

In a tiny blade of grass