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Oct 2018
The sky is on a walking stick
Thanks to our antics
Vestiges of eras lost
To the pangs of earthly frost

If God has brushed it so this way
Then we will stir it faster
If nature captures what we say
Are we not the master?

If life has all been scoured
What should be made of entropy?
The sky must be another coward
Like the ever-whiling sea
Derrek Estrella
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Derrek Estrella  20/M/The ISS
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