I will meet you.
When we are both of the dark.
Proxima Centauri. In lifetimes.
A meeting. Travel.
I have my passport.
Elephants. Rearranging stars.
We will meet.
The speed. The speed of the dark.
Avoiding elephants. Speeding.
Closest sun. Galaxies. Away. The heat.
Travels through spirals, milky way
Lightening--dust to dust.
How much more dispersed can one get.
Becoming dust. We meet.
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