Every grain of starlight, its placement in this vast universe, a proportion,
A specific place, it does embrace, each its on niche, without distortion.
Atoms, the smallest, infinitesimal, in numbers, all a defined composition,
A perpetual mirrored capacity, a make-up, of all bodies, its proposition.
Time, without limits, a perceived beginning nor any end, as is infinity,
Uncommon in thought, as conceived, has no origin, or any possibility.
Every creation has a maker, each course, a beginning and of its end,
Human capacity to form a concept, relies upon history to comprehend.
Human introspection, of its totality, and of its inability to fully understand,
One beginning of all that is, every star in all the galaxies, without a plan.
The mind, its cognitive functioning, as a duel product, shared by a God,
In all of its simplicity, granted a beginning, implicitly, of this earthen sod.
Though we may be considered the epitome of brilliance, in consummate thinking,
Never to accept reality, despite our resilience, brighter minds, as stars, all blinking.
As matters of all creation, perpetuates so much innovation, in its joyful coronation.
Each species upon its planet of origin, benevolently bequeathed, an improvisation.
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