An ice comet plunges into the sun,
Millions of miles away from our
Dramas played before a day is done,
And we never doubt the power
Of the sun, hell, we don't even know
How close we might have come,
To a sun-less final, cold, dark hour,
Caused by a cosmic Russian roulette,
Where large killer stellar ice-bergs
Crash and destroy, without regret,
Pure chance, a matter of mathematical
Reality and risk, a lost loser's bet.
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