Space, the infinite.
The endless cosmic ballet
Of big spinning rocks.
Can rocks sustain life?
So far one is able, but
We're working on that.
Powerful men raced
To reach the nearest rock first
Because it was there.
This done, they withdrew
To build a new cosmos in
Media instead.
It's suprisingly
Hard to make a profit from
Enormous gas balls.
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