poem for a friend

Nachdem ich nun die letzte Zeile doch noch klären konnte fertig:

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Poem for my friend Ron

rumour has it that the thing as a whole is just the result of panicking bacteria stampeding through space and time. We are silent after all: Wholly and holy and wooly like sheep in the blue of the summertime sky –
high
rocketing hopes rise
into the black
of the ever so void no-reply

down
under: Hey 4 Ron me thinks these days
le' me drink to your clever disguise!
'n Yay 4 Ron there's joy these days
might be ( ) from which all things derive

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