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Feb 2020
One last kiss before
the meteor strikes and
the lights go out.

Watching the night sky
knowing not the why
and
with no understanding
of how deep it is.

There must be a pattern
coded into each system
but
it's a mystery to me,

I see seasons in the shadows,
shadows of long dead stars,

the event or should that be the
non-event?
will be the last thing we see.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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