They found a poem at the end of the world
It was the only thing left
Except the two who found it
There, in the wreckage,
Amidst the debris and rubble
Of all that had fallen
It contained much that was cryptic
And mysterious
And yet, as they read the words
Cast like diamonds upon the page,
It spoke of a circle now complete
The beginning and the end
The alpha and omega
All things that start have an end
It is the law of the manifest
The hearts of the two left were destroyed
The grief of humanity gathered up in these two souls
Oh! how broken they were
Their tears poured forth upon the parched land
I swear a tiny shoot began to grow in the soaking
Yet still there was more
The words spoke of time itself
As though it were a dream
And the human story
As a fleeting thought
In the mind of God
Friend, I was there
You were there
Adam was there
Eve was there
Our ancestors were there
Our future relations
Were also there
All beings were there
And now as we stand here, naked,
Tear soaked, grief ridden
Each moment is the end of the world
And each moment the start of a new one
Pay no mind to culture
Go beyond, into the archetypal world,
Into the real human story
That is bathed in a mystery
Only poetry can touch.
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Beautiful words, thanks for sharing.