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When ends this journey to infinity,
The galaxies, each planet and each sun,
Will cease their flight so long ago begun
And one by one will yield to gravity,
As then the earth, the land, the air, the sea
(As falls from high the bullet from a gun,
So backwards does the time and matter run)
Will hurtle to a singularity.

Where to a point the elements compress.
Explode again in fierce and fiery foam.
Another chapter in the endless tome,
As on the planet that the gods so bless
The creatures rise again from sea and loam,
And idle poets idle thoughts express.