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"Random Hypothesis"
271,148,472,804 A.D.
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The days just slept
Into a tube sent
And layers shed
Letting spring come
The things we made
Have made us
Now
But the Sun's death
Could free us
I hear no one
Not a soul
The sky a hollow green
Like that of neon moonlight
No one is here
Only silicon
Clothed in violet rivets
But I am
And that is all
I could ever be
