Dissecting a Speck
Though small its size it offers no resistance,
No matter it's diameter at given hour of day.
And should division come at your insistence,
A speck just gets smaller, never going away.
No matter its division, its start it retains,
Though diminishing beyond ability to see.
A remnant of that speck always remains,
If you don't behold it, can it no longer be?
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