Once there was light. . .
When long gray days receded,
And the sun's warm rays
Touched the edges of my life.

When this homeless rock was captured
By intense gravity
That tugged at its core
And flung it 'round
With dizzying fury.

When all possible futures
Were unsure,
And hope was bright, though fleeting.

Once there was light . . . no more.
Long gray days returning;
The tragedy of trajectory.

- Mike Schellman

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