A sigil branded on a star
Signals seekers from afar
From one quintillion worlds they come
To the last snark, to the last boojum
A journey longer than Time and thought
Racing the final night before the cold brings the quarks to a halt
Before star and sigil collapse into a place and time beyond understanding
But still they come
For the promise of one last wish
Before it's all over
Tuesday, May 04, 2021
The Last Wish
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