The Gist of Time

Sing songs muses muse blueberry pies Sung blues one day the muse all died Hail the stars that distance hath grace Earth star hath turned anew took place Traverse the constantly cached stars Beast unburdened braves of past scars Trident had Kraken divide her in half Great made small sat back and laughed Harp corraled midst meshed verged Luna slumbers sourced piece emerged Hearken the heralds the angelic sing Universal timing presence peace bring Such folly be told of that kind of talk Can a massive own a minute tick-tock What meaning exists for the colossal Infinite stretch from the number zero