Tag: poetry
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For the Professor
January 3rd, and my country has invaded another and kidnapped its president. The flame of hope withers within me, and I think back to last time this happened. This coincides with (ever-present) thoughts of rewatching Lord of the Rings. Today happens to be the Professor’s birthday, and I remember the hope the movies kindle, so…
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Repetition
At the end of all things there existed the Last: a group of beings all on their own, floating in the remnants of Space, but beings, sentient, nonetheless. What exactly they were is unknown: tales are told of these great Wanderers, alone among the Stars, but tales, myths, nonetheless. Time collides – the Last were,…