On a tiny planet hanging on to the edge of a galaxy
a million people drive a million cars
along a million tarmac paths.
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The planet spins under mysterious forces that were
hypothesised by some scientists a lifetime ago,
hell bent on creating their own gods.
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Seasons follow seasons until no season changes.
Children inherit the debts of their parents.
No parent is perfect & no child will change.
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The tiny planet hanging on to the edge will slip,
or rather all the people will simply cease to exist,
and the galaxy will correct for any imbalance.
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On a tiny planet hanging on to the edge of a galaxy
humans, a blip in the timeline of an infinite universe,
will fail to register any impact.
Mark William Jackson 