Adrift
Adrift
Time and space closing down
Shuttering the light.
Where do people go
Whenever that is
when present becomes past?
The things they carry with them
May just wink out like the embers of a fire at end,
Without any lingering luminescent images.
Or maybe those mirage like images linger in space,
To be carried in the mind’s eye
Of those left behind, until finally fading into the mists of time gone by.
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