"You always knew it would end like this."
But, you see, there was never any other way.
It started with a particle, subatomic.
A thing too miniscule to matter
but matter has it's secrets.
Half-lives half lived in,
all imagined.
Every thing
has it's
shadow.
There's no knowing when
the real ache began.
Some primordial
dawn. Well before
the word was found.
Now it's much too late
to root it out. It's in
every atom.
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