The Last Time

As bodies died, memories roam free.

At the end of time, when all matter finally settled, the memories settled as well.

The creature was whole once again, and it perused all its new thoughts and memories.

It felt all poets, all writers, all philosophers.

It felt love stories, births, accomplishments.

And it also felt wars, catastrophes, suffering, hunger, cold, pain.

It felt all deaths and everything in between.

It felt everything that once was.

The creature sobbed, in pain and agony.

It paused.

It pondered.

It focused and initiated the process again.

Its core trembled and began expanding, exploding.

As the creature morphed, starting the universe again, it uttered: “This is the last time I do this.”