Somewhere on another planet,
In another solar system,
A sunset you wouldn’t believe
Sends radiance across the cliffs
In a pattern you’ve never seen
The like of—and having never
Seen something similar, never
Will be able to imagine.
Aren’t you afraid of missing out?
You don’t care about that sunset
In the least, not even now that
You’re reminded it must exist.
It must exist. It’s happening.
So much happening. Most you miss.
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