If the sun is really being used up
molecule by molecule,
spinning us ever closer to that cold dark abyss,
and the universe is ever expanding outward,
rushing away towards some
inexorable heat death,
and everything is being consumed
and made useless,
all the more reason
to cherish brief moments
of breath.
All the more reason to love
the lives we have
as if each were a small miracle.
Really lovely. Thank you.