Dots Galore for Evermore
Thomas Merton Brightman
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A thousand years and more
The constellations soar
The Stars
Appear fixed in place

Mind-full mirage
This appealing apparition
Perennial fantasy
That we are fixed in space

Tis
Merely
Figment of
Our imagination

Associative disorder
Crude conclusion
Contrivance of eons
Man-age-able Illusion

Just another human delusion
In the evolving cosmic game
Even in a single lifetime
Nothing remains the same

The Universe Is so very large
Hence we so very small
Barely visible
All

We
But a dot
The Universe
One very big blot

…All the dots…

In temporary residence
Upon a miniscule ball
Ephemeral guests
In Infinity's Hall

Dots galore for 'Evermore'