The Dying Of The Light

What if we are already at the end.

The last planet in a dead universe

watching the echoes of eternity

play out through telescope lenses.

Despite the probes, the satellites,

maybe there is nothing left to find.

Someone, something else explored it all first,

planted their own flags

built their own marvels and wonders,

only to inch away into dust

before we even opened our eyes.


Tonight’s prompt for the Poetics Evening over at dVerse is ‘The End’. It’s funny, I was pondering this idea the other day and started wondering if we could be the last speck of light in a dying universe. It’s a somewhat depressing thought but as someone who spends their time buried in history it was interesting to think that the whole greater beyond could be just that, history already.

*The title is taken from Dylan Thomas’ poem.*


  1. I think we’ve only started looking for other life forms. There might be creatures as you described who are now extinct but who could explore much as we do now.


    1. Indeed. I was watching something the other day and all I could think about is how on earth do we know where we sit in the timeline of the universe. We are literally trying to measure something by our own rate of progression which could be completely wrong.


  2. Thought-provoking. And what if this material world is no more than an expression of consciousness which cannot die because it lives beyond the material?


    1. I think I’d be in the same boat. I’m content with what there is if that is it, but I don’t feel that dismal feeling. It’s simply curiosity and intrigue. In some ways it’s an excitement that everything that is possible isn’t waiting to be discovered but re-discovered.


  3. A thought I’ve often pondered on. A sobering one, perhaps, but beautifully expressed in the lines:
    ‘watching the echoes of eternity
    play out through telescope lenses’.


    1. I’m glad to hear I’m not the only one who’s wondered about this. So often we see ourselves at the beginning of everything, but perhaps it’s the opposite and we’re the last chapter of the book.


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