A Humorous Reality The incandescent twinkling elusive stars Light up the night sky - a sky that’s not ours. The faint pale hue of the celestial moon, Positioned perfectly, invisible in the afternoon Creates harmony and rhythm In a space full of uncertain precision. But beyond the planets and stars, And the moon that we call ours; There’s amphoras arcane space, That we cannot begin to embrace. The earth seemingly big, with a plethora of trees Is nothing but a fragment in the inky black seas That we call the universe. When in reality our size in comparison is humorous.
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