EMPTY STARDUST
                                     A Poem
                              By Phineas Altenzauber

          The Nova Express burns and explodes
          Eruption; dust into a light-year
          I can't remember; I can't recall
          The day of the explosion, but it was titanic
          exploding our sun like a trillion H-bombs.

          You ask me, Is God dead?
          He must be, to have let this catastrophe unfold:
          Desert trees on a desert world
          And no Geckos to remember it.

          But we will live again
          In moments of chance dancing
          reincarnation

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