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Insanity

A very thin line

Cosmic meltdown

To the stars

To float among the dust in space

Oblivion is where it all ends

A billion years from now

History will be nothing

The future meaningless

No one to chart the night and day

No hate , no love

No, no love

Insanity allows not for love.

 

4/11/2023.  21:05-21:10

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keith jeffries

Sat 4th Nov 2023 23:02

An intriguing poem which comes across as a theological conundrum of sorts. I am going to read this again and then go away to give it some thought. When this happens the poem has my real interest.
Thanks for this,
Keith

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