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point
vanishing
life's a flash
and then you're ash
you don't see me when I disappear
I could have decided to be someone once
but there really isn't a moment for that
every name slips from the thing it was
it's all in tomorrow not coming – I'm here
it's already happened
the poem turns into news
like a meteorite so called
because struck
there isn't the moment to say
it's like these words you won't remember
wake up one morning
and you're the dinosaur
and not in the room anymore
ash or under earth
last bone speck
borne off
is the creature even invented yet?
so many beginnings life is
so strange to be here
Marvelous.
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