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Feb 2023
What was in the time
before memory
of billions of billions
of years ago
time has long since
burned away.
What of time
that shall be
when eternity
has burned the world away.
For we are all
a tiny mote
drifting upon a sea
of dark
from everlasting
to everlasting
and all we have
is the love
of one another
to brave this sea of dark.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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