Father time told mother earth hers was up
the clock ran down the planet blew up.
All the children stardust memories
spinning round and round a dying sun.
Forever yearning frantically searching for our home
an empty place in space haunted by cosmic ghosts.
This third ring of rubble circling round a fading star
our long-lost world blown clear out from under us.
tread the threats
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Crazy-making cosmic concerns, nothing more. Thanks.
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