The End of All

©2018, Olan

The world ends when we stop perceiving it, our death.

Some say that the world goes on, but not for us.

Every day, every second of every moment the universe

Dies and is reborn with new consciousnesses breaking

The veil of death to life, and then life to death is the balance.

A million trillion awarenesses always cycling, so

Continuance is complete, like wreathing bubbles

Popping and becoming; stop the source, and everything

Peters out, the bubbling stops. We don't have to worry

About that for we are and then we are not. If we are again

We won't remember the life before, so everything is new.

(A.N. This poem was first written my me as a response to @jeshi99 's poem "Go.")