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'
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