THE SOLOIST
The Universe sang itself into being,
and we are one of it's songs.
It laughed mischievously at black holes,
that were hidden in massive throngs.
It spun a pirouette of galaxies,
danced in dizzy, joyful bliss.
It cast a spell of clustered stars,
and gave us our first kiss.
It made the wanderers to travel,
and stretched itself in...
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