By Donna M. Monnig
The universe slowly disintegrates into an unknown void,
Space, made of dark energy, none know what lies in the void.
The universe is infinite: A notion long employed,
No hypothesis is free, from one day being void.
The cosmos cares not, when or if humans are annoyed,
Homo sapiens are lost in their self-contained void.
Each birthday and occasion, celebrations so enjoyed,
No one notices as entropy slowly fills the void.
© 2017 Donna M. Monnig