Like pearls
in the
void.
Consciousness
is rare.
Scouring our
Galactic neighborhood
we find none.
Where is everyone?
Have they
moved on?
Evolved
to a
different realm?
Have they
died out?
Are they
still primitive?
Are we
the first?
These questions
repeated
trillions of times
in trillions of galaxies.
For now
at least,
ours
is the only
Cosmic Shire
we know.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 20th, 2018 17:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
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