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Curiosity

How I came here

And where I’m going

I still cannot ponder.

Eons stretch before me

And time loses any remnant of meaning.

A probing ping in the darkness

Calling home.

Maybe my message will reach someone

Who can say?

It’s cold here

And lonely too

And if I were to reach out to my shadow,

Would it meet me halfway?

How I came here

And where I’m going

Is something

Found through an unraveling sky

Spoken through the echoey voice

Of unseen kismet.

Calling home

Calling

Calling

To tell your world

I’m alive.