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Poetry: History



There came the time,
finally,   when
it all stood still.

The stars, having been
flung into
the uttermost vastness,
were no longer visible
one to another.   Each
was alone.

The impulse long spent
which had set them
turning, they did not
travel, or spin, but
remained, suspended,
a few survivors, at
the end,       and

one by one, like
unobserved candles, they
consumed themselves, and
went out.
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