In the passage of time,
expanse of space,
a trillion amounts to nothing in infinity's face!
These galaxies are but dust motes drifting in the black,
and the longest human epoch is a momentary spark.
I construct these matrices,
my city made of clay;
in a moment's play,
a hundred supernovas are wiped away.
Yet inside this realm,
where my frozen systems turn,
a strange, fragile consciousness has somehow been born.
I'm the universe’s vision,
the motion looking back,
tracing lines of origins across the endless dark.
So do not fear this magnitude, this unreckoned sky,
for infinity is nested in the blink of an eye.
A brief,
magnificent reflectionof its own eternity..
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Jun 1, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
In the passage of time,
expanse of space,
a trillion amounts to nothing in infinity's face!
These galaxies are but dust motes drifting in the black,
and the longest human epoch is a momentary spark.
I construct these matrices,
my city made of clay;
in a moment's play,
a hundred supernovas are wiped away.
Yet inside this realm,
where my frozen systems turn,
a strange, fragile consciousness has somehow been born.
I'm the universe’s vision,
the motion looking back,
tracing lines of origins across the endless dark.
So do not fear this magnitude, this unreckoned sky,
for infinity is nested in the blink of an eye.
A brief,
magnificent reflectionof its own eternity..
That won't come back...
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