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Jul 2015
On a rock out in this place forever spinning in one space but expanding or so we're told.
We start the race standing still moving inward and on until we find we're right back at the start.
When I get old, things will unfold where life's great mysteries are mine to hold
and in my hands the key unlocks the door that leads to other rocks that spin in place.
I set my eyes on distant suns and look beyond the moons of far away, my mind runs rings around the universe to find another universe,
the question is which universe is worse?
and if they're both the same
why play this game?
why stand and stare at something that is here and there?
if the answers lay in randomness
then I confess
I do not know.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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