Song of the universe midnight

In a blue brown green 
that solid stays
time is disassembling space
poets trying to explain
unknown by human race
days sew universe up
tangle filled just with gap
pain always seeking us
pleasure of eternity mass 
poetry, where are you?
to attempt is as fool as discard
so why, so why, so why 
do i feel so much to try? 

[then, at the end of eternity]
[at the univere midnight]
[the pumpkin carriage dissolved] 

the ball of thread has felt
the future is solved
past got the world
maze has been freed
galaxies are relesead
gods reborn from whole death
every thing returns to a dot
written by the everlasting pen
and the All starts again. 
will there be still science?
will there be still art?
will there be still math?

will there be still joy in a kiss? 
will there be still gratification in a bath?