The Universe
What sad provocation
with rain divination
what poverty bursts
this dity this verse
he held his hand high
did he not touch the sky
black middle night
these lines I did write
What purpose you ask
My mind is like cloth
Into this dispair
these thoughts do appear
Each star in the heavens
including the sun
atomic explosions
yes each every one
each star in the night sky
is really a sun
the distance makes little
yes each everyone
Solar mists of hidden time
the planets a roving
the meteors climb
black night space
surrounds this space
and still we have the hidden face
black matter still unknown
when will we learn of your hidden thrown
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