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<br><br><center>It begins slowly
With isolation;

<br>A silent phone
An empty house;

No need to get up
No need to go out.


<br>Spaces widen
As between stars

And seasons switch
In Doppler effect

From blue shift
To desolate red.


<br>No need
To sublimate

Only accept
My state;

Comings and goings
Relative motion;

No destination
In a vacuum.


<br>Eventually
Gravity weakens,

What joins us
Non existent…

Rarefied
Empty of life

A mere smudge of light
in endless night.</center>

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