SOULAR SYSTEM BY MATT HAVER at the end of my sidewalk is an inferno. walking into the fading light my feet carry me closer to a kiln that has burned for four billion years and will for another four or five. not that it matters. no matter the direction we go we all travel toward the true sol of our system. and isn’t it reassuring that when the inevitable firestorm consumes earth turning everything we know into dust shattering electrons vaporizing memory evaporating history that we too, every atom we are now, will be embraced by the very fire that birthed us? maybe that’s why I keep walking west, wayfarers in place, allowing this wayward-farer to stare straight into that glorious inevitability where we are all consumed together, for all time, whatever that is. 23
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