You have reached the end of the universe.
It has been a long trip
and, strange,
you feel like there are breadcrumbs to take you back
because you see breadcrumbs behind you.
There is a trail of garbage from whence you came.

Behind you, atop you, in front… in all directions,
there is stuff.
Detritus that has been consumed and discharged
in a shrinking universe.
Everything is smaller now
and there is no room for what is left.

Space is compacted around us.
The universe cannot bear anymore.
It hasn’t been able to
for a very long while.
You’ve been searching,
hunting for an out
but nowhere has been a home for you
or anyone else.
Nothing is left.

This is the end for the universe
for you
and everything else
as you are
squeezed
tight.