I could smell
The incense
Burning, fuming, boasting
Amidst the ashes of
What were once my dreams
While a star
That is now a black hole
Ponders its fate.
Its place in this universe,
That made us all
Which, in turn
Is made of us all
To lay unfettered
With our sacrosanct lives
Or be mobile
And cease to be.
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