One day, there will be nothing more
than reflections and smoke–
wisps of what is and what was
and nothing there to foreshadow
what will be.
No evidence of the inevitable,
though inevitable it is,
for even when it seems impossible,
there always will be.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
👏 Joy 👏
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Sadly, at present we have plenty of foreshadowing going on, and most (all?) of it’s unsavory at best. I long for a totally unpredictable future. Or MAYBE I do…it’s scary to think about, eh?
Fine work, Joy.
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Quite scary. Thanks, Ron.
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born dying
not asking why
cradle to grave
our immortal eternal souls to save
oh joy
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~
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