Blue Dot
In a field of perfect night,
There is a blue dot.
What is its purpose?
What is the point?
What is it doing here
All on its own? Is it some
Divine punctuation mark,
Denoting the end of eternity?
Or is it a concrete representation
Of the oneness of the universe?
What does it mean by its
Blue silence? It is a mystery,
This blue dot, out here
In the middle of eternity.
Copyright © Jason Klaiber | Year Posted 2005
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