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Force
I can not fathom the vastness of space.
Time and reality distorted and displaced.
What I know, I've read in books.
Seen the movements of pawns and rooks.
A glint in a philosophers eye.
A speck of dust thrown up high.
It will fall with certain force.
No one can measure it's eventual course.
We live within that speck of dust.
History changes with errant lust.
The road to this moment, has it been fate.
Or are we the victim of some others mistake.
I believe there is and artistry at work.
It leaves me with bewilderment and a smirk.
Look within or to others with a leer,
But in the end, what has brought you here?
