Blown across the ground beneath the stalls

I left that place and all its dusty lure

With voices words and cries ringing fading ringing

It’s been hours, weeks and eons since

I gaze into the sky

One hundred sixteen billion, two hundred forty seven million, five hundred twenty-nine thousand,

nine hundred ninety two.

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