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The End of All We Know For Certain

By RainyWriter, Redmond, WA

One last thump before silence falls
A collection of valves woven into the fabric of red
All that’s left to show of what once was.

What made them animated?
What made them smile?

Was it that peculiar object referred to as a “heart”, now cold and still?

What is left?
What has left?

Oblivion, nothing perhaps?

Lost to the cosmos,

where thoughts are mere particles

and souls are black holes.

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