People
People.
Come and
go.
Doing so
by the
billions.
For
millennia,
passing
through.
Passing
on.
Long gone.
Never
to be
seen again.
Each unique.
Generations
of difference.
No two
exactly
the same.
What was
the point?
A brief
puff of
time,
existence.
Firefly
flash.
Lost
in the
void.
Invisible
to the
cosmos.
Motes
in the
vastness.
Soon
enough
all will
be gone,
fading to
never ending
time.
Derezzing
back
from whence
they came.
Nothing
left to
see.
