sometimes I think of space, and it's so profound
because there is no up, there is no down
there's only us going around and around
and when I think of the mystery of mysteries
our constellations, sun, moon and sea
and our mother earth, especially
and when I'm contemplating these and us
our composition of atoms and cells
forces seen and forces unseen
alas, questions so perplexing, so surprising
encompassing the whole of the universe
make me fall into a dream within a dream
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