Red dwarfs are the only stars in their prime,
Their trillion-year lifespans ticking away
Like clocks. Orange and Yellow dwarfs are on
Their last legs as they begin
blasting the last orange, yellow and white
Light from living stars. Galaxies have become
Sparse clouds of gas trails in faint arms.
Few galaxies can be seen in the skies of worlds,
Though mergers keep fueling stellar formation
As the few galactic groups merge into one final
Galaxy. These last gasps of bright blue light
Brings speckled light to my skin once more.
Shimmering for a while as my birthmarks
Begin to fade. More zits take form as black
Holes pierce through spacetime and fuse
Making bigger and bigger globs of pitch black.
A few civilizations remain around the stars,
Some around the living, others amongst the dead.
The bold ones live around the black holes,
Courting destruction with ever orbit only
To find themselves safe for one more pass.
Perhaps I should visit these civilizations
Before everything fades to darkness…
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