If only I could sleep—

Sink into velvet darkness,

While centuries drift like autumn leaves

Across my unchanging face.

Earth spins, young and restless,

Her oceans rise and fall,

Cities bloom like steel gardens

While I remain untouched.

Every thousand years,

I'd part my heavy lids

To glimpse chrome-plated skies

And stars we've learned to tame.

Let me skip past these crawling days

Of tentative first steps to space,

Past humanity's awkward adolescence

Into its distant, gleaming prime.

Each awakening—a snapshot

Of civilization's march:

Mountains carved to monuments,

Planets shaped like clay.

Tonight I'll try to slip away,

Through dreams' dimensional gates.

Perhaps this time I'll truly fade

Until the cosmic curtain falls.

For I long to witness endings—

When suns collapse like dying hearts,

When time itself grows weary

And reality folds into night.