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Let there be a ban on every holiday. No ringing in the new year. No fireworks doodling the warm night air. No holly on the door. I say let there be no more. For many are not here who were here before.
Copyright © 2010 by Greg Delanty. Used with permission of the author.
I'm back again scrutinizing the Milky Way of your ultrasound, scanning the dark matter, the nothingness, that now the heads say is chockablock with quarks & squarks, gravitons & gravitini, photons & photinos. Our sprout, who art there inside the spacecraft of your Ma, the time capsule of this printout, hurling & whirling towards us, it's all daft on this earth.