Poem

The Pillars of Creation

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The universe is not collapsing back.
From the verandas of the violet
Republic, we are coming to know the end
Already happened years ago, the light
Only now catching up to us.

The pillars meet a supernova
And at light speed seem to die
For a long time. By the time Andromeda
Is our permanent firework, someone
Is watching us, and we are ghosts.