A query for you
When you say, “the end of the universe,”
Do you mean an all-encompassing apocalypse
Or a place where a sea of stars hits a wall
Of cement and impenetrability?
Which end do you see fit for me?
Where did you hope I’d end up?
Luckily, for you, I’ve found both
I outran an apocalypse
Of shrapnel and crashing crafts
Then another
Of microcosms and mutated air
And another
Of hunger so p...