Oblivion.
Creation.
Galaxies.
2 trillion
strong.
Floating.
Floating
free.
Effortlessly.
Spinning.
Between
them all.
Glorious!
Glorious
vistas.
Endless
vistas.
Creation
in all its
glory.
Mind
numbing
beyond
imagination,
scope.
Moving
past.
Moving
away.
Leaving
behind.
Lost in
infinity
forever
more.
Never to
return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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