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Oct 2014
night travel has come to its end
I slept through a good portion of it
and a good portion of today
Now I havnt a clue wherebouts
we are star wise for all I know
the whole caboodle blew up
and I am just some weird leftover
a kind of cosmic chatter fading
slowly on the backscreen of a
video tape recorded for an alien
to find spinning away around a
star system that no longer exists
ah well real or not it will be night time
again soon even in a place no longer
visible the other side of Armageddon
and sleeping is sleep wherever
the human race may find itself
a kind of foreshadowing.....
Written by
nivek
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