Oblivion2

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Apr 15, 2022 

Oblivion. 
Creation. 
Galaxies,
2 trillion 
strong. 
Floating. 
Floating 
free. 
Effortlessly. 
Spinning. 
Between 
them all. 
Glorious! 
Glorious 
vistas. 
Endless 
vistas. 
Creation 
in all its 
glory.
Grandeur.
Mind 
numbing 
beyond 
imagination.
Scope,
 beyond 
understanding.
Moving 
past. 
Moving 
away. 
Leaving 
behind. 
Lost in 
eternity
forever 
more. 
Never to 
return.

 

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