'Tiny fleas have littler fleas
Upon their backs, to bite 'em.
While these wee fleas sport smaller fleas,
And on, ad infinitum! '
...So many know how life must flow
Beneath man's microscope
Yet never mind a vaster kind
Of life with which to cope...
Our wide world has titans curled
Within their orbits, turning
Around those suns roll larger ones
And thus the stars keep burning
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