Along about now,
A particular group of photons,
Some 2oo million light years away,
Is heading in our direction.
They’re out there.
At the same time,
A delegation is leaving my face,
Bound for cosmic intersection.
After all the debates have passed,
Long after the poor old Earth
Has been wrung free of its
Infection of life
Two photons,
Their memories wiped clean
Will pass in the distant night
As unaware of our anguish
As we are of their fate
exiles child 
Where’s the Like button?
Thanks! Look again.
Ah! The quantum…
Reality, such as it is, my friend. Nice to see you back!
Thank you Mikels, I am trying to finish two books and the details are tedious. A time away from SNS has been good to focus and mental health! 🙂