Nighttime
and this persistent beacon of light,
twinkling above the southern horizon,
brighter than all the neighboring stars.
It's difficult to believe that
I am looking at a star -- a world -- perhaps an entire galaxy,
so far away that it appears to be a single point of light,
millions of years gone,
eons dead.
And I have to wonder ...
Within the curvature of the universe,
is some unknown intellect
simultaneously scrutinizing the very light
reflected off the planet earth,
radiating steadfastly
across gulfs of time and space,
and am I not now,
at this very moment,
one million years deceased?
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