Is laughing, pleased.
The future’s wrecks
Scatter the seas
That have no shore—
What’s death, what’s next,
After, before,
A waste so vast
The human mind
Could never grasp
Ahead, behind.
The broken man
Is laughing, scared.
From where he scans,
There’s nothing there.
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