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Sep 2017
Hitched a ride,
Dark matter.

Overtook light to the
Edge of expansion.

Over the edge to the
Beige beyond.

Nothing there, no-where.

Came home.

Home?

Homer.

Penelope you sit weaving.

Where?
Written by
Mike Adam  67/M/London England
(67/M/London England)   
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