The Hot Sun Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Hot Sun

Can't it last?
This canister, this bubble dream experiment that's floating in space,

Will this trace, last ounce, last kilos survive with the counting of the stars,

The last humanities, the colonies,
The last trace of humanity blown away by its own sense of vanity,

Blown by it's internecine quarrels,
Blown by bits on the unreliable hearts,

Decided fate that no man lest thanGod,
Or a miracle can say or other wise predict, perished in throes of incognitos,

The mind is such a hallucination that I'm thinking of snow in this hot sun.