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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



To tell your world

I’m alive.