Th
e Degenerate Era
Ain't too much to say of the degenerate era
Everything looks faint and red
The galaxies have long since spread
The animals are mostly dead
The machines are humming, weakly fed
The black holes still spin, wobbly head
The gods within are sloppy, bed
They dream of ancient ages, read
They lust for energies and time
Where things would happen day to day
And people would change lanes, signaling for three seconds: "hey"
The older folk would hate on: gays
The younger folk would hope for: ways
The stars were vibrant, seeped in haze
The background radiation from the big bang: spades
But most of all a lesson hence:
The universe is still very young in all of this.
It's only 14 billion yeRS old
Plenty of time to dilate the mind:
Simulate a day in a quadrllion yers of real-time
Bursts of thought every order of magnitude greater
Less and less energy available on each dime
Spending down the dreamings of other-worlds: prime
Until the final proton has decayed
The white dwarfs electro-degeneracy has stayed
The neutrons' exclusionary principle: delayed
The night is silent, dark and deep
But there's no spare entropy with which to weep
And I have eons to go before I sleep
Those old Catholics ranting about purgatory sure were steep.
One more thing before I go:
A Greater Mind to say "Hello"
An entity so perfect: song
A loving heart where we belong
Fashioned after ancient heroes
Not a zero, this one was Neo
Keanu Reeves says:
Whoa