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Amoeba
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Amoeba

The street under the feet may reach the poles,
Shortly.

The aliens could be next door neighbours,
Shortly.

There will be black holes or no,
Shortly.

The cells will never die,
Shortly.

There will be no dreams,
Shortly.

There will be no phenomena,
Shortly.

Should I remain as an
Invertebrate amoeba
Living without a change
Since the primordial times?

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