This universe does not belong to us, the starry eyed wanderers. We have not the control nor the intelligence we fancy ourselves to have. We are but scattered ornaments. Selfish, deluded little jewels. Beautiful as we are, we are far from evolved.
We look out into the great unknown with wonder as it looks back in faint amusement.
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PoetryJust some random poetry from my collection of strange thoughts.