A POINT
The essence of it is everywhere...
It lies down between the cracks
So enormously molecular
That no scientific eye
May pierce its shell.
And then, with a boundless step
At a FANTASTIC rate,
Goes onward past the molecular shell;
Farther and farther past
The outer ranks of the solar system...
Even past the edge of the galaxy,
To the most distant rim of the universe it streaks.
Where again, no scientific eye may aim;
And because of these benefactors
Everything becomes a prisoner within its boundaries.
And, only being based on idealism
WE ARE ALL ALONE!
As a planet, as an ENTIRE universe,
As a small point...in space...
Birth sign: Not entered
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