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Nov 2014
It is quite disconcerting to find I'm just
a speck of dirt in
the vast seas of the sky.
I have often dislodged such a speck from my eye,then
wiped my finger on a tissue,
the issue being,
did somebody die when I did that?

If we are just dust in an ocean of dust,sometimes
busting out of the sea for just one look at who
we really are,
what is the point of it all?

We mate,dissipate,gather together,amalgamate
but
I ask myself, why?
and in doing so,
I drown in the vastness of the seas
in the sky.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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