Blue beyond
With wisp cirrus,
Transitory, fleeting:
The smouldering wake
Of sun demise
At horizon’s boiling ebb.
A thankful thought:
For all we have done
We are still mostly nothingness.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.
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