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Nocturnes: Unheard Message From "Preserver V"
Ths space contains profounest emptiness,
In a fulll circle my sense screens must look
at distant, crimson smears---last of the stars,
and what is left of a vast galaxy.
It pulled apart and spread away---thin, sparse.
I witness heat death, spreading entropy,
A Poet, after all, has programmed me
before launch, from doomed earth, and my escape.
The man likely descended from some ape;
and countless ages past, he wrote a book
of love poems for a girl, Lady Chausette
whose name and image I repeatedly---
in random times and sequences broadcast;
without the choice to change or recompose,
long as the energy I draw shall last:
my driven purpose---function---destiny.
Starward
