When the sun finally collapses
In upon itself, becoming
The tomb of all our hopes,
Baby, I’d like to say I’ll still love you
But that would just be fucking retarded.
No, it really is now or never,
Our revolving hot embrace
Spiraling elegant through space
For five billion more years —
Give or take.
Depth Charge: To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
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