Prayer

I shout into the void to ask for help.
I ask it to help me.
I ask it to help my friends.
I tell it how much I love my friends.

I know that there is nobody there,
no ear or eye or mind,
but I stand at the precipice
and I shout,
for even beams of light
racing away at the outer edge of the universe
reach into the darkness
towards the unknown
in the hope of something better
than that which is behind.

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