Gazing into a fire’s red-hot coals,
watching them oscillate and throb,
almost like they are living things.
I can just stare into a fire for hours.
How can a flaming, burning thing be
so attractive? A strange (but true) attractor.
The Big Bang the biggest fire of all,
smaller conflagrations built galaxies,
spun up solar systems and planets,
colliding ash and debris brought
us all into being to evolve forward in time.
Now the stardust children of creation
build fires of their own to warm selves,
cook food and ward off predators,
eventually wield Prometheus’ gift
against each other with every rift.
Gravity is in control of our fate,
spun us all up out of nothingness,
will bring us down on a future date,
make our present lives meaningless.
From the original explosion
to sophistication and power,
expansion far and wide,
then back down to a point.
Just makes me wonder sometimes,
is it all on automatic repeat?