The Law of Zero
The stars spin wild in their ceaseless race,
planets flung fast through the void’s embrace.
Yet each arc traced in the black expanse,
a silent contract—a balanced dance.
Nebulas bloom in their heated haze,
torrents of fusion, unbridled blaze.
But fire can rage only so long,
till atoms relent, and heat is gone.
Galaxies waltz in a tidal swell,
gravitons whisper, pull and quell.
Matter bends space, space bends back,
no step too wide, no force off track.
The oceans rise, the oceans fall,
lunar hands pull, then loose their thrall.
Tides recede, return, then cease—
as time wears motion into peace.
Hearts beat fast, then slow with age,
love ignites, then wanes with days.
Fortunes swell, then ebb to none,
all sums cancel—one by one.
For every spark that flares too bright,
entropy waits to snuff the light.
A universe built on ceaseless play,
yet every note must fade away.
No star outruns its final breath,
no wave resists the shoreline’s death.
No force exists without its pair,
no cry persists, unanswered, there.
The final sum of all we know,
not fire, nor rage, nor force to show—
but stillness, cold, the end of flow.
Everything terminates to zero.
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