Poem From a Dusty Notebook
19 July 2018
By Michael ButorovichPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
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Even the sun will
Die and that says
A lot about eternity.
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Imagine all the eight
Wonders of the world
Gone but not really
Away.
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Imagine all of our
Art and all the good
It’s supposed to do
Going to sleep.
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I wonder what we are?
The germs will
Survive, right?
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Will this realm close
Like a wound that’s
Healed? Or shall
The creatures
Whom spawn from
The mold on our bones
Be so with infa-red
Vision?
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Would “advanced civilization”
Eventually come around?
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Will they question
War the same way
We do now?
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