A thousand light years from now
all will be found stuck up in a row
narrowed down by ones weirdness
and all thoughts become meaningless.

No more glissening sun to squint to
just universal everness on a string of solo
reckoning beyond black diamond skies
fiddle tunes to everlasting blares flies

then......

B A N G!

all goes back to normal and here you are
you did not seek out and or went to far
back at the desk in the here and now
that's where I last saw it in the back row.

;-)