May descendants escape
our cradle of light
and ride the vacant winds of space
to feed on diamond cores of cold stars
and neutron gems
spinning in eternal night.
May kindness survive the crossing.
May something ethereal
harvest horizons
of black holes.
May their minds have a word for hope.
May their lives enrich the expanse of time
and rock the void
with joy.
May their songs express the subtle shades
and endless ways
of love.
When their souls dissolve
into darkness
and their endless era ends,
may a trace of their being bless the deep.
May grace pervade the empty realm
and in the Omega remember our lives,
we who were tethered in time.
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