Suck it up, Buttercup  

I'm the universe on extinction watch  
as Phoebus dapples through the wind blown leaf  
to dance a jig around the fence post notch  
under the scarlet clouds of sunset grief  
and faint rose eddies of sky scatter June,  
clearing the void...for more twilight blue.  
 
Then night, like a mortician, comes too soon  
for condensation of the mortal dew  
as Polaris guides to the same old place  
and the candle flame flickers to an end  
like the final star in expanding space  
or a telomere in its fated trend...  
 
unraveling like the lessons life taught  
when the sapient psyche comes to naught.