on the arm of a spiral We spin revolve and evolve Galactic from within Universal from without The scale immense Measured by light That passes through the eye Into the infinite soul Our only instrument of distance As our hand cannot reach past And touch the event horizon The frailty of the instruments cloud the view But the knowing Is not surprised by what's there As all was conceived by the very essence inside And is perceived by the same
Edited by - kumar ul islam on Jul 20 2015 3:22:11 PM
Out on a limb
Posted - Jul 20 2015 : 3:12:53 PM
