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post Sep 30 2008, 12:42 AM
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Zero Gravity
Space confines then focuses.
A meteor.
The size of Tennessee.
It grins as it spins,
Amongst the endless walls of the universe.

Humanity sits at a table,
For two.
On one side, Life.
Clothed in rags.
Torn to pieces.

On the other side,
So elegantly dressed.
Fixated on nothing less,
Than the company it shares tonight.

Knock Knock,
On the door of the atmosphere
Someone, Something,
Wants to come in.
A meteor.
The Size of Tennessee.
With the personality of the Devil,
The Intentions of a Serial Killer.

Humanity sits at a table,
On one side,
Staring into the emptiness of where Life once sat.

The door to existence,
Knocked down.
A meteor the size of Tennessee.
Storms into the earth.

A world now engulfed in flames.
The elegant remains,
Of death,
Who eats alone tonight.

© John Minoia 2008

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