I used to fret about the last human /
not anymore /
they’ll be whistling as the days close /
envy their footprints folding over the earth’s edge /
the tracks no longer a sign someone was here /
the grand fluff is finally done /
the speakers have cooled /
and the monitors have drained dark /
consider this first birthday /
with a last celebratory breath /
blowing out an unrecognizable candle /
all the chances pitched /
the colours named /
the numbers raised /
now close the eyes /
not quite sleep /
more a stalled frame burning in seconds /
and blind planets pass by as always has /
except for our hurried click
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