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Ultima Thule


Standing on the rocks
The shore pounding burning surf
Destroying the earth that came from it
Hissing with silent laughter
Laughter of the serpent perhaps
As it uncoils and shakes the world

Standing alone as ever
Watching the darkness die slowly
And knowing dawn will never come
It's all used up wasted
Life forgotten hope discarded
Even despair has given way to nothing

The old question "Why me?" is pointless
When there is no other
When there is only you, alone
As the deeper darkness covers the land
Faintly, imagination brings a voice
On winds that will never blow again
"There was a reason for this"
How you would like to be able
To have a rational explanation
For the ruins you are standing on
"A witness was needed"

You stare now, looking through the glass
As once people looked through windows
But the glass you look through
Shows no picket fences, no neighbours
Just the advance of nothing

Entropy marches on, and bitterness
Nearly seizes you, hands reach for the clasp
To open the glass plate, free your self from the suit
Perhaps the air will send you into oblivion
Before your lungs burn away

But the old lessons are in you
Suicide is wrong you can't go to heaven
A sound comes and it takes you a long time
To understand you just laughed
Worry of dying when these people
All killed themselves

Senseless but you cannot say
If there was any sense
The rhythm of the surf
Fails to calm, as the burning waves
Destroy the last land and the sea
Reclaims all

Water, water everywhere
But no new life will come the death
Has claimed all and even the serpent
That wound around the world
(The tapeworm you now call it)
Will die Entropy wins
It's that simple
That frightening
You are hear to witness the ending
Of the oldest game ever played

The final score

Entropy:1
Life:0
Another hole in one for unbeing
And even the ultima thule dies
As the world is engulfed in sudden brightness
And the old sun burns it's last
Light that still the darkness defeats

The game is over you have seen the end
And amid the bang of the sun
Your final whimper is the last sound
That life was ever here

- Josh MacLeod (1999)

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