I lie in bed

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I lie in bed
almost 6 am
I think about the stars but they're gone again
I think about great things instead
about Einstein and his sudden death
about Sylvia Plath and her gas farewell
about Marie Curie and her radiation end
about Hawking's ALS
about Steve Jobs and how he left
about Galileo's blindness, how he never watched the sun again
about Alexander the great and his Babylonian  tragic end
I hear their names, reverberate through time, towards eternity.
Their greatness, not belittled by death.
It seems to me, that great things...it seems to me that great things have tragically great ends.

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