will come time
for the earth to expire
unless
it has already died
and existence
experience
life as I live it
is merely persistence
of memory
willful illusion
metaphysical halo
of molecules
caught in miasma
the breathless remains
of the atmosphere
loath to acknowledge
the lifeless cold
motionless planet below
death as corpus
and concept
significant only
to something or
someone alive
the great self-repaired
cosmos could
hardly care less