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      December 24, 2012ElegyPaul F. Cummins

      Surrounded by rings of gas and desolate galaxies
      bereft of sound and acknowledgement,
      prisoners of the increasing rule of darkness
      hurtling with accelerated speed into the eternal
      void of no time and no history at all,
      I feel a wistful sadness and modicum of pride
      for what earth dwellers in occasional moments of grace
      were able to achieve within the doom of destiny.

      from #37 - Summer 2012