Jupiter moon sailing by
a lone wolf on the outskirts
of town only a second or so
away on this perilous night
as if Judas Iscariot e tu Brute
we all fall down like ashes
mere particles lost in galaxies
of mind alone and together
entangled forever and a day
come what may in the beginning
was the word and the word is
love far more than matter
the mystery of what will be
from here to eternity elegantly
entwined under winter sky
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