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Red Shift
when we were five years old
the world we knew was eight blocks wide
wherever i was in the universe
your voice would carry by citizens’ band
in years to come
the grid that held our world expanded
even crossed the state line
you called my house on still evenings
everything changed the day i heard
that the universe was blowing up like a balloon
growing more quickly all the time
destined not to pop but to dissolve
that galaxies were devouring each other whole
sending star systems hurtling
into the dark in slow motion
that from a distance the sun is a mote of dust