Light was aging. The
burden of moon, I want to
carry in my short poems.
A window shuts, holds
back the voices of requiem
for the departed sun.
How many black holes
humans need to bury ancient
lies of cults and faiths?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2022 19:44
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
there will never be enough black holes
for the only thing infinite about humanity
lies in our fallibility and capacity
to destroy: exponentially...
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