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Mystery of the Universe, Its Multiplicity


The abundance, of its huge masses, unknown scale,

To the infinitesimal and of all plurality, without any fail.

The Universe, of its most grand array, just does exist,

Does pose an indecipherable mystery, as we persist.

Its inexplicable, most mystifying secrets, are so sought,

Observed composition, of all human's years, are bought.

Having barely scratched the surface as yet, to this date,

And will continue being so, as it appears, to be quite late.

This unfathomable astrological challenge, before us each,

Surmounted by only the bravest of a few, we do so teach.

Spending years behind telescope's glasses, only to stare,

Arriving at nothing but guesses, are all askew. and so bare.


As Esoteric, this transcendental enigma, hides within,

But no brain has the ability or has approached it at all.

The Einsteins and Teslas of this world, each just bow,

Perhaps one day to unravel small portions, somehow.

This victorious and deceptive conundrum does succeed,

No exposed secrets did it allow, all sought to so impede.

The very Black Holes and its swirling twirling of galaxies,

Shooting stars, the comets, escape a human's mentalities.

Could a universe just to hide in one small pore or any seed,

Millions of worlds, just as ours exists, all species, its breed?

Might there be one day so soon found as the universal key,

Opening the door of understanding, closing mazes we see?


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