Extinction is emergent bad luck
(for the formers)
((the latters prepare
to feast on old bones)).
The age's right bracket
is a drunk less miserable
than the pre-fermented left
in spite of the progress narrative fallacy.
A world is a world in itself
worlding itself across space and thermal ephemeral time
to what? to where? to wit? every planet
wants its solar parent to shine a superior child.
Another value farce for hungry life
too hungry for the greater general good
but one stomach cannot feel satiated
when others are filled.
Good byes are kind to the past
kind farewells which bring new dawns
with born responsibility
to die well.
Roman Ryan 