Existence bears a pain I hope to know.
Hope bears a joy in the satisfaction of becoming.
Joy is a responsibility only for the wisest and most lonely.
Wisdom is battle-scars won with great loss.

For life pulses through the abyss between stars.
It undulates colour and essence of a thousand thousand beings.

All shall know the pain existence bears.
All shall bear a joy in the satisfaction of becoming
And they shall call it hope.

Mind and matter will unravel, codified and infinite.

Bodies will implode.
Their bones, powder and form loam.
Teeth shatter and become stars.
Eyes burst and fill oceans.
DNA and RNA weave and burn.

Flesh melts and black oily-slick smoke
Blocks the paths on which thoughts wander.

Emotions are waves that vibrate along the threads
Of sinewy value in parabolas.

Pain. Hope. Joy.
This existence is satisfied.