at some point,
either ice or fire
will
end things as they are.
me and you.
these hands
that do so much for us.
the books we
read,
the ones we don't.
so much
gets used, as more gets
wasted.
there will be no
more history
in the end.
no Aristotle, or Shakespeare,
no Einstein,
or Freud,
no Da Vinci,
no you, holding my hand.
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