nothing of your reality survives…
including (you).
apologies for the inconvenience,
but [you] and your world have served
the Purpose of their Creation.
when The Father Rests
you and all you know
will no longer be.
contingencies have been made
and after all of your continuum reaches
terminal entropy,
redress will be made to all…
not that (yoi) will remember aught
yet you will be free and immortal in
all of your generations.
the stars will have always been yours
and entropy…
none of (you)
will ever remember
[me].