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I think we are past the warming up stage
Things have heated up,
And going to the extremes
The cooking has begun and we still chopping down ingredients
If we dont stir down this heat we going into deep fry
Cooling off is for meta the dish is done
All this heat from the fires , we about to have coal for breakfast
All we doing is demonstrations,
And talking about demonstrations
While the globe is riding on a wave of heat sweatlessly
Using resources to budget for ourselves,
While we are economising on economies of scale for the planet

And they revenge is best served cold
There are
irrepressible feelings
a certain
nostalgic hinderence
of pure magic
called
puppy love.
Knocking on the door

Fragile knuckles on cold metal

Unable to find warmth

Lacking of any worth

Hidden in the crowd

Alone with everyone around

Someone else wears my crown

Wish I could say I was proud
There are over 2 trillion galaxies in the small bit of the universe,
We can observe.

Each galaxy has a billion stars, probably more.
And yet the night sky is dark. Why?

Because most of the universe is empty, void.
A quiet vacuum of unoccupied space.

We are not alone.
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