We all do need a break, and a big one is best.
This one that has lasted for some trillions of years
Is the biggest on record. There’s good reason why
Rocket scientists keep their hopes trained toward the sky.
Any hope of collision could banish our fears
Of trajectories randomized, crooked or stressed.
If we call it a bang, that sounds violent as hell
And it ain’t all that accurate, so say the ones
That a bang did occur. What they actually meant
Is that space in itself is an omni-event.
Expansion is damned lethal. Within it are tons
Of the opportune wonders we cherish so well.
It’s a billiard game started long time ago.
The players are we who come forth and emerge
Into glorious being, and then fade away
To our welcoming pockets with not a delay
The big game has just started. We’re well on the verge
Of pursuit of the eight ball. This too we should know.