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sliver of view of the Milky Way, my quivering eyelashes sigh at the blinding distance. doubtless… doubtless… my entire body, virtually a blink in cosmic eye.</p><p id="3e4b">99.99% of atoms aren’t weight, therefore my body, icicle-laden, vying the speed of light, crawls on in an unchanging picture with no sound; I whisper to the distant supernovae, <i>I am not lonely.</i></p><p id="d2da">marching beyond the footrace of light, begging for the happiness of a loosened grip on this clown I call “I” and dissolve deep into the vastness of the heart-stopping content which crucifies

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me.</p><p id="fec4"><i>©<a href="undefined">Daniel Barry</a></i></p><div id="d498" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/when-im-old-43f5b7f75ca9"> <div> <div> <h2>When I’m Old</h2> <div><h3>Poetry</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*anI6U0d0ck6maShn)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Event Horizon

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500 years in Earth-time, visiting this planet will be the Mecca pilgrimage for citizens of other dense colonized bodies.

suspended in this sliver of view of the Milky Way, my quivering eyelashes sigh at the blinding distance. doubtless… doubtless… my entire body, virtually a blink in cosmic eye.

99.99% of atoms aren’t weight, therefore my body, icicle-laden, vying the speed of light, crawls on in an unchanging picture with no sound; I whisper to the distant supernovae, I am not lonely.

marching beyond the footrace of light, begging for the happiness of a loosened grip on this clown I call “I” and dissolve deep into the vastness of the heart-stopping content which crucifies me.

©Daniel Barry

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