Jellyfish

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Jellyfish 

What will life be
when we cease to exist?
Will jellyfish still swim
through deep blue seas? 
Will crickets still chirp
their sweet songs in the night?
Will there be anyone
to marvel at the wonder
of a star-filled sky
pondering our part
in the cosmos
it’s more minuscule
than we imagine
men have such grandiose egos
a self righteous view
they’ve been possessive 
since they were little boys
smashing everything beautiful
they could find
in their tight, salty palm
for others to marvel
at their game of, Who Has the Most
until there’s nothing left.
What will life be
as we cease to exist? 

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