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In an instant and without a word of warning,
 A billion years’ worth of existential glue 
Dissipated into the ether
 As he took a final breath of our sickly air. 
 We’ve been struggling ever since. The misery caused by humanity’s follies 
 Exhausted his everlasting grace 
In just a few decades; 
A blip on the radar of time. 
 We have unhinged the universe now; 
That is what we do. 
 “You have brought this upon yourselves,” he laments. 
Heterochromatic eyes glaze over with grief. 
“Please,” we beg, 
“Come back to us.”
 Our fatal flaw: 
Never knowing what we had 
Until we killed it with our own hands. 

A million civilisations in the cosmos
 But we were the most desperate. 
Even the savior of all
 Cannot save us now. 

 We loved him as we love our Mother;
 Still we turned a blind eye to his sickness,
 Still we let her wither away 
 When she had nothing left to offer us. We watch skyscrapers collapse,
 Petrol fires blaze,
 Holes being torn into skin
 With the ease of a pencil through paper.
 We plead for his forgiveness,
 With a rotting feeling in our stomachs
 Telling us he will never come. The stars shine differently now,
 Dimmed by the pollution of city lights,
 Yet still we gather to watch for him. 
Still we wait for him to fall to Earth again.
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
The Death of David Bowie
In an instant and without a word of warning,
 A billion years’ worth of existential glue 
Dissipated into the ether
 As he took a final breath of our sickly air. 
 We’ve been struggling ever since. The misery caused by humanity’s follies 
 Exhausted his everlasting grace 
In just a few decades; 
A blip on the radar of time. 
 We have unhinged the universe now; 
That is what we do. 
 “You have brought this upon yourselves,” he laments. 
Heterochromatic eyes glaze over with grief. 
“Please,” we beg, 
“Come back to us.”
 Our fatal flaw: 
Never knowing what we had 
Until we killed it with our own hands. 

A million civilisations in the cosmos
 But we were the most desperate. 
Even the savior of all
 Cannot save us now. 

 We loved him as we love our Mother;
 Still we turned a blind eye to his sickness,
 Still we let her wither away 
 When she had nothing left to offer us. We watch skyscrapers collapse,
 Petrol fires blaze,
 Holes being torn into skin
 With the ease of a pencil through paper.
 We plead for his forgiveness,
 With a rotting feeling in our stomachs
 Telling us he will never come. The stars shine differently now,
 Dimmed by the pollution of city lights,
 Yet still we gather to watch for him. 
Still we wait for him to fall to Earth again.
kaylee-ireland
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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