What a haunting thing
To
look deep into the stars
And
to realize we are nothing more than
A
speck on a speck on a speck on a speck on a speck on a speck on a speck on a
speck of dust that’s invisible to the naked eye and even more insignificant
than that.
If
we go deep inside, smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller,
We encounter
the vastness of the stars.
And
what is this connection between this internal infinity and this crazy idea,
the
reflection of the universe expanding backwards in time?
Someday
we’ll pass back through the swinging doors
And
the only thing that will be left will be the echoes of our stories
Echoing
and fading
Echoing
and fading
Echoing
and fading
Until
there is nothing left.
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