Telstar
Humanity is a stranger from its own past
wandering in a world of lost memories.
The proverbial sands from the hourglass are ending at last!
Where did it all go and what did it all mean?
I say unto you; “Nothing enduring forever, not the highest mountains,
not the deepest oceans that bore us, not the heavens, nor hell itself.
There is no salvation, for the life giving Telstar has finally burnt out;
long after humanity killed itself!
The year: ?
Jackie r. Kays
©12/4/12
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