Space and time align in a strange complex passing by of moments that will never be that same way again.

As space passes by and time marks the occasion

A fleeting second by second rhythm that fluctuates and changes

As days go by in the human mind

How many places will never be the same

And how many changes unknown to us have taken place

When we reach them will we know what happened and why or just

Tell our interpretation,

Of the bodies in the sky

Outside

Of the sky.

Within the endless ending beginning

Of space?

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