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No Better Time

It was a matter of bad timing.
Einstein asserted enough about spaces
and for you it meant no vacancy.
Death happens here regularly.
In this vacuum, there is no room
for the sound of your agony.
In a purposeless universe,
disappearances are just too far
away from us,
like nebulas signing off
above our night sky beyond
my span of attention
as your dust is dispersed
in this air, demonstrating Einstein,
his physical laws.
There is no better time for gravity
to bring you back to me.

12 Jul 09

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I know this may not matter to you but it matters to matter. In a vacuum there is no sound, though there may also be no listeners.
 — peoplescareT

    "With fame I become more and more stupid, which of course is a very common phenomenon"
   Albert Einstein, 1879-1955 RIP
   There is no better time for gravity to bring you back to me....
J.G. Smiles
 — goeszon

peoplescareT, thanks for the catch.
JG, thanks too.
 — JoelJosol


ease matter, is scent tit?
gneiss peace.

; )
 — fractalcore

:-) at FC.
 — JoelJosol