This is the End - A Poem

Twinkle twinkle; in the sky I see a ripple

Space tearing time in half

To my eyes it seemed quite simple

In the nature of existence to look up not forward

Toward more than four score and seven more years

Sincerely, lore that fills us with tears

Distancing cadences pounding in the stars

A credence though lack of faith

Unassumingly contingent on gods we are

Living in truth, they are tapering off experience

Insisting the end of our synthetics

A mock but omnipotent dissonance

While I marinate in maternal monologue

A cauldron of culmination

Naturally capped and caught on nostalgia

While encapsulating denial and desperation

Splints carry appendages that drop from the living

Driven towards desire but adrift in believing

A deity or dispatch of angels

But actually a mute modification

A distraction at most a roast of humanity

Mutation is imminent and it seems a calamity

Colliding with perseverance in adherence to

This;

I guess this is it.