Near a mountain,
a man
is losing the things
his hands have found.
He watches
the shine
of antenna
in starlight
and hums
the tune of his final days.
A dozen light years
away,
Voyager One and Voyager Two
tease the edges of
vast things.
In 1886,
his great-grandparents
struggle through birth.
He wraps
the entirety of ages
in twine
and Bible verse
and barbed wire
manufactured
in a century
near his own,
in a factory
near Canandaigua
where his people
come from.
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