MBQC
Then the dread soul rose again within
The hearts and minds of each of them.
Thousands and thousands of years had passed
Since that great light ignited
And rekindled the embers of hope
That dwell within each heart
No matter its dimensions
(I wonder: how did They program "Love")
Those seized by the claws of black and ash
Leaned away from that acid-maw,
Stinging stench, anti-matter,
They could muster but a weak cry.
The Void devoured the very air
They sought to reach out with.
The bits and bytes were torn away
Piece by pixelated piece
Fine-tuned, they said. Best one yet.
Be patient. Watch for the miracle.
That's good, they said. Look how brilliantly the light shown there
In the dust, no less!
And lo, better yet, it survived!
Like the minds themselves, it evolved
And sees few shadows!
We have hope yet! Our Logos, it will save!
It grows darker...it winks out.
We saw it though, it survived longer than
Ever before. There was even that one,
Close to the end, who spoke directly to us.
Next time, somehow, we speak back,
Or we go with them!
And they peeked out briefly from their hold
To curse the encroaching Nothing.
