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About This Poem
The Cosmos
swirling gases monster clusters of floating rock, black-holes and supernova's the pinnacle
Of all imagination living magic void from adaptation or joint celebration
gravity's fabric cuddling the weight of all creation
spinning in numb service for the unknown purpose
the cornucopia of wonder and fear.
Will the mind even conjure the wisdom of thou
desperately waiting for reason,seeking out
or shall we ever wallow in worn theory
waiting for a trained genius to add to this story
or will death allow the cheat giving us our comforting complete
or will we retreat back to logic's feet and find we are nothing
but a miraculous accident all bacteria, atom's just freaks
either way it's magic and welcome when in nothing
the smashing of need the screaming of invention and happening
the living painting ever added and deleted, ever made and forgotten
consumed and cemented dancing pattern each to their own
but every conclusion the same the black hole and we are again.
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