It's the dawn of the Age of Enlightenment
It arrives
lovingly holding hands the a cataclysmic earthquake
who opens a chasm that cast the lovers apart
not long after
a comparatively infinitesimal rock
races through the cosmos
a lonesome warrior who collides with my planetary body
the impact breaks parts of me off
shooting bits into the void
and vacuum
and darkness
while they remain part of the whole
they transform into their own unique beings
shaped and formed by time
most of the broken parts float away
flung too far past the pull of gravity
but one remains
sentences to circle me endlessly
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