August 2023

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Milk Pockets

She tends the loom
Shed, pick, beat, and the fabric is wove
Between warp and weft is the stardust we left behind
Our carbon, their silicone, our Uranium-235
Threads made of hot gas from the last star in our universe are woven into a magnificent tapestry
It sprawls, expands, its shape attracting matter, gravitating
"Will it be more beautiful than the last?", she wonders
Warp breaks stop.
Tapestry has consumed all organized matter in the universe
Its ends unfinished, thread unraveling, congenital.
She will soon pull again at these threads, feeding them through her loom once more
As our universe goes dark, Hawking radiation eating away at our last black hole, the newly woven tapestry enters its stelliferous era
Stars fusing hydrogen into helium, lithium, carbon
"Life was beautiful", she thinks
And she hopes to herself as she quietly tends the loom that she will see its color in a tapestry again