No matter how far her kind were away
She could let them know her joys and fears.
‘This parasite so long benign is spreading,
Malignant, poisoning life on my skin.
I am afraid!’
They replied in time, though time had no meaning.
‘We know others like this parasite of yours –
It self destructs, soon.’
Happy, she danced away round the sun
Far enough to be cool, close enough to be warm.
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