Imbalance

Augment
inspiration
in an empty
world
bereft
of meaning,
of love,
of passion,
of identity.

Can that world
withstand
the expansion
of universes
upon its surface
or will it tip
on its side
and roll away
into oblivion?

Will infinity
sag beneath
their weight,
break open to
spill upon them,
or expand
itself
in correlation
to their existence?

If those
universes should
augment
themselves,
feed one off of the other
in cyclical form,
how long before
they expand
beyond themselves?