At the end of time
When the new order has begun
And everything as we know it
Has been changed in the twinkling of an eye
And the elements have been burned up
Incinerated in a pure cleansing fire
And after the great conflagration
The cosmos that is left will be perfect
We will dance on streets of transparent gold
Bathe in a crystal river that is full of joy
Eat new fruit from a new special tree
And see with light not from the sun but The Son
The gravity inherent in nature and matter
Will be controlled at one’s own will
Even infinity will be multiplied by itself
And we will explore, and explore, and explore
…No longer will we recycle…
…No longer will we re-use…
…No longer will we conserve…
…No longer will we repair…
…And this will be for longer
Than anyone can calculate or imagine
Click here for ‘The Ultimate Renewed Environment’ musical poem
Michael Bobb
January, 2019
