INSIGNIFICANCE
On earth’s unimagined vastness we creep
Yet unaware that she swims an even vaster pool
Whose abysses can not be plumbed deep
By the longest line of reasoning or rule
Each man tills his small part of the orb
But the plough merely scratches the surface
Leaving her with no permanent mark on her robe
Pyramids and walls the sand will efface
As children seeking flies on the water or sand
Or men in dreams wandering down endless lanes
Each aspires to arrange, to control, to understand,
But controlling nothing, not even himself as he wanes
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Written By Sydney Peck
Entered in John Freeman's Contest
"Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better"