Each quark
A quirk
In a cosmologically-
Inspired orchestra

Each theory
A verse
In a star-
Driven poem

The study of
The very nature
Of this universe
Is art

Underneath moon dust
Lies a glimmer of lost hope
Igniting space dreams

One day we will merge
We will be a nebula
And a red dwarf too

Heat death is so far
That for now, I am happy
To be a planet

O, I seek ye, paperclips
How you so kindly bind my documents
In the most orderly of fashions
O, greatest and most convenient
Loops of metal -  are ye sentient?
For if you were, I would surely state
My pure and deepest gratitude -
For your unending, ever-sacrificing
Services to my matters of
Organization ne'er go unnoticed