Epilogue
Everything on this earth
has birthed itself into existence
with a thought
but I, splinter child
seven years between brother
must have thought too hard about
whether or not there is life on Mars
or if God watches you go to the bathroom
or if when I grow up I will find somebody to love me
as much as I do /
as much as I love you/
as much as I try to/
as much as I wish I did.
Where will we go when we die?
Will we wait till we birth ourselves again
as we dream about the sunrise?
And what about the things we leave behind?
What is left after The End?
Credits roll,
I pray they don’t crush you
Lord allow me an Epilogue
to show that I love you.
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