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Jun 2018
Our eyes are widened in glee or terror,
are we breathing or thinking? We can’t tell.
We are stepping out after each error,
Infinite skies, stars, coated in pastel.

We are remembered through words we have wrote,
or we have beaten the impossible.
I know many people can sink a boat,
thriving on words of unsuasible.

We colonise places to call our homes,
springing up more life we believed couldn’t grow.
Needing to go beyond our garden gnomes,
Our home maybe, but we need to outgrow.

A real race against time after all?
There are two minutes before the befall.
A poem very close to home for me and potentially many others. Immortality is talked about as many things, the stage after death where we become immortalised in a purified form, a stage in which we could never die or being known to never die from the second death.

It’s often known that Stephen Hawking a genius by human nature, warned humanity that we may have 600 years to leave Earth. In many different interviews, articles and such, he’ll go on to his reasonings why. I agree wholeheartedly.We as a population are increasing like never before, that’s not a bad thing entirely, but it does mean for the case of our species’ survival we need to go beyond our home – or at least that’s my personal belief.

We could be up against the biggest thing we’ve ever came across. One of these things being A.I and the advancements of the future ahead. We can not also forget the changes in the planet.
It’s a lot to take in.
Louisa Coller
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Louisa Coller  25/Non-binary/England
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