Man’s Self-Destruction

Will the ashes of expression accompany the journey?
Will the magic of matter's impervious existence
Emerge with the next iteration?
Follow behind?
Lead?

How calm the blackness,
Punctuated with asterisk and dashes,
Thought by ink,
Voice,
Digital formulae,
All converging as ethereal junk,
History,
Wisdom,
Prophesy,
Vestiges.

Will we Big Bang ourselves,
Send centuries of ice and fossil-preserved history
Tumbling eastward,
Westward,
Anyward?

Perhaps the amalgamation of flesh,
Heart,
Mind,
Will find solace with mere existence
Void of annihilating dis-ease.

Perhaps a sane civilization
Will gather the dust,
The ice crystals,
The melting waters of mistakes made,
Aspirations daunted,
Purity made but redolent yesterday,
And discover what we could not.

When Earth Is on the verge of its demise,
Will we become aware?