The withdrawal will be gradual
Barely noticeable
As the rotation of the Earth
And what a difference a day makes
When multiplied by 31

This traveler of time and space
Having learned through the scientology
Of trial and error
When to pack up his bag
Walk away from the table of plenty
No matter how tempting it is to stay
Life is too short to treat every neurosis
Better to leave the disaffected
To their own devices

The language of dirty looks
Silence and snide
Combining to form a single gesture
Of action and reaction
The welcome mat pulled from underneath

But the days are getting longer
A new breed whispers on the wind
There are other planets to explore
Only a heartbeat away
The triumvirate collective
Of reality fantasy and spirit
As always taking cold comfort
At the wasteland left behind
In our vacuum


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