Age Of Degeneration Poem by Sonny Rainshine

As to the fate of the universe,
some who claim to know maintain
that it is expanding, not contracting,
and is simple to explain.

Two final phases, then eternity,
the Age of Degeneration,
then the Age of Photons, will thus ignite
a continuum of illumination.

In the penultimate phase,
things will disintegrate;
the fabric of matter will rip apart,
molecules will disseverate.

In the last phase,
In
the
last
phase, all that will remain,
are tiny flickers of light,
off and on, like fireflies,
electrifying the night.

If then all is to end in a twinkle,
and you and I dissolve into a blink,
then power up your neon sign
and greet me with a wink.

Something magnificent it will be:
twinkle, twinkle, near and far,
tiny dots like fireflies
captured in a boundless jar.