And the phantasm called imagination
Creating, dancing in all
Alternative universes.
Oh what worlds we create
With our seven-inch skull.
We humans are puny
But capable of thinking
About the universe
And making make-believe lands.
And the one we inhabit now -
Tiny speck of blue,
In a sea of black -
So small!
But it's a nice speck,
And we call it home.
At least for now
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