The Curious PessimistA Poem by D Alan JohnstoneI looked at this star on the horizon and wondered beyond this membrane, what is this light that captures me here, in this moment? When did it ignite and how long did it take to arrive at my eye? Is it a planet? Maybe inhabited by humanoids …or crickets. Can it be dead, and my eye is one-thousand light years behind? Only to be dust when the darkness arrives. The earth shorn clear of life by that time, I’m sure. Ravaged by the cancer that is mankind. As I pondered on, I took a bite of my sandwich. It wasn't good. The star didn’t care. © 2017 D Alan JohnstoneReviews
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