Who made it ! - and how ?
So cerulean transparent blue for my eyes
yet so jet- black all beyond
enclosing Erernity
with Dirac's Nothingness
and over more
within billions and billions of distant stars
Light-years far
hanging in Space by themselves
Only awe and dumb silence
within me
bends down , like prayer
to know, -
Thy magic game
and how could you make it grow
with your Time and Space !{just composed )
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