By Benjamin Shapiro

Moments flitter through,

Frames of film called life,

Slow days followed by

Faster weeks until

Suddenly years fall away,

And the precipice 

Yawns before us,

A dark, welcoming void,

Timeless, inhuman,

Calling us to be

Stardust once more. 

Jump from cliff

Into blackness.

Swallowed, falling

Towards light, 

Towards…

Moments flittering through time, 

Frames running slow, 

Then fast, 

Ad infinitum.

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