Above the muted earth
Lay the cosmos, the black and the quiet blinding spectrum which have yet to reach our dimension
The space above lays untouched, undisturbed, unexplored
For eons, inconceivable wonders have appeared
And disappeared
Never seen by the eye, but there
Yet, somehow the feeling of being there as us, them, and all
Exploded, rushed into being
By a tug of intuition perhaps, we came, we began
Even now, our sense of being is of the essence
What was before the universe turning as it does now
Is enigmatic
Whether white or impenetrable darkness, it will never be for sure
Yet, somehow, we continue on
Not knowing, we prove nothing to the stars