Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Human Destiny Presumed

to be born of earth 
eternal migrant 
forsaking the light of our star
fire in the hearth
to be among stars burning
barren worlds
to live by that darkness 
until darkness
even to the outer edge 
thrown like a stone 
in the hope for life
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