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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