Life versus Death

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To say that death is but a shadow on

The universe is like a whispered lie,

Especially if the speaker is no pawn

But known as uninfected by B’hai

Or other fuzziness of thought.  The flood

Of life on earth swamps like a fate, immense,

And yet a destiny more like the mud

In Noah’s time.  The cosmos knows that dense

Destruction crushes everywhere in time.

Our tiny speck is nothing in the vast

Vile vacuum that kills.  The rest is slime

At best and nothingness, chomped stars aghast.

  Death far outweighs the trickle of earth’s life.

    The rest is measureless and ruthless strife.

© Phillip Whidden