all things

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.