What sound will the universe make
When it dies?
Will it crumble and crack,
Or let out a sigh?
Will it summon tears tragic?
Or at peace with the matter
Sit silent in thought
Or exude cosmic laughter?
How will we know if
The universe bursts?
Are we its sole conscience
Bound to one tiny earth?
These things
These things
The coyote sings
In the deep of the meadow
So lonely for spring
Will we ever know if
There's none left to wonder?
When atoms shake naked
Under skies torn asunder
How will we know when
The sage is withholding?
In the deep of the meadow
A flower unfolding
-Rich Pauloo