The last I heard from science
Was that space would lose its war
Just retreat back together
Crunch us all up forever
Or isn’t that true anymore?
Now, they say eternity, will be cold and dark both
The Universe is too, it seems, a helluva sucker for growth
The galaxies will spread out, few and far between
Yet it won’t quite delete, all the heat in the machine
Our information will give fight, to a growing entropy
Nobody knows why, where, or when, this will be
We’ll just grow apart, wave, and say goodbye
Yet in such a dark place, we won’t hear a reply
See, energy and matter are equivalent, and so is frequency
Each collection of ‘stuff’ is but a humming clock
Its relative frequency, is defined precisely
So, any quark or star can, play along, or just choose to run amok
Well, it’s your world too, and science sings song’s for you
But in poetry and prose, you have to describe, what’s true
‘To be or not to be’, is surely, not easy, but in a music coup
You can get away with a heartfelt ‘doo bee doo bee doo’
If you don’t know the words, just clap your hands a lot
You can join along, in the song, we’ve already got
No need to pray to holy ghosts, mankind or robots
The audience is silent, but hears your audible rot
If someone, or thing, is really in charge
We’ve got the right, to fight, and complain
If it’s just me and you, then all we can do
Is, improve things ourselves, again and again