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Apr 2021
In All of its entirety
infinity is the one place
you can reach out to touch me,
but
don't expect too much.

As far as far can be and deeper than a bottomless sea
we like to think ourselves the masters of our fate
and thinking this we think infinity can wait
however, an expanding universe moves
the goalposts every day.

I could try to stretch out time
to wrap it around these
fingers of mine
to intervene
but the everlasting dream sounds
so inviting,

to be safe
I'm spending the night in
watching the static build
until my head is filled
with white noise.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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