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The Fall


I watched the last star fall

Eons after the 

penultimate human

Drew her final breath

 

I watched the nebulae

Dissipate like smoke 

Once the bright nursery 

Of that final star 

 

A mother giving up

Her children to dark

She spawned all the pinpoints

The last eyes had seen

 

Megaannum had long passed

Before her last child

Saw singularity 

Finally collapse

 

It would not go gentle

It burned in the…sky?

No that’s not right, no sky

Still it burned, boldly

 

The last child left to mourn 

The death of the light

And as it folded in

I remained, The Last 

 

Foredoomed to see the end

Adrift in the void

 

 

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I’m a lifelong martial artist. I’ve written since I was young for myself as a form of self examination and therapy. Growing up closeted during the AIDS crisis and in small town Kentucky, I didn’t feel I had many options for outward expression. Life is different today, and I express what I feel here.

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