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09 March 2012

Gone.


Because the universe doesn't know how important you are.


Bones and teeth persist beneath a threadbare wreath forgotten.
Grubs unwind what’s left behind by meat and mind long rotten.
No ascent, no big event, no last repent of violence.
Promised bliss reduced to this unlit abyss of silence.
Over ground, a deaf’ning sound as lives abound unfettered.
Each a dot in nature’s plot, dispatched but not regretted.
Time is fast; the present’s past; Be quick! Outlast your falling.
Whilst on Earth, make good your birth - do something worth recalling.