Fringe Forthcoming

 

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There is such duplicity in much that I survey or see, as I review this thing we’re in that charms and beckons, called: the “fringe.”  Remains: reminds us what we are, dusty motes… exploded stars… or a piece of what’s perceived as we perceive we’re off our knees.  Most deny this grand expanse—confine themselves with eye askance.  Yet, all must sense how close they are as they perceive those “restless” stars.
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These traipse the sky while you are watching.  Might these portend a change forthcoming!

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