And that’s it
Time now to fold up the earth
And put it away
Those marvellous things you’ve seen
And heard today
machines and exo-build
Infra-plus H
Have gone
If only we could breathe under water
Tremendous mysteries
Of thousands and tens of thousands
And multimillion tears
Folded
All the creatures and the people
Those Long dead
and others
Are of no matter
Believe me
And tomorrow
Forget about the world
folded in on itself
We are concerned only with ourselves
The dying
by TOPOLINOPOET
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unbolt me 
I see there is great depth in this and maybe in the folding it’ll all disappear. Then, I ask, we are where?
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That’s a good question, Crispina. When all is said and done, there is always another ‘where’.
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Verging on metaphysics… 🙂
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Tony,
It is all passing and changing daily. Nothing stays the same for long.
Gary
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The only constant is change, as they say.
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