Earth hums—
a torus turning in the clockwork maze,
where galaxies spill like marbles
through a Rube Goldberg of light.
Each motion triggers the next—
a comet tips a star,
a breath bends gravity,
and physics hums our small eternal song.
We fall, rise, fall again—
the loop complete,
time circular,
our laws the levers of return.
Somewhere,
the universe watches its own hand move,
resetting the dominoes
for another go.
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PoetryA tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital ignorance, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of the cosmos, and wher...
