The Cosmos
Swirling gases and gigantic clusters of floating rock
black-holes and supernovas and radioactive dust,
the pinnacle of all imagination living magic and 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 just
mere accident all bacteria, atoms just freaks!
Either way it's magic and welcome when in nothing.
the smashing of need the screaming of invention and happening
the living canvas ever added and amended, ever made and forgotten.
Consumed and cemented a dancing pattern each to their own the
Ceaseless ripples of organized chaos drift us more from home.
And every conclusion the same the black hole and life again.
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