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It’s wonderful how in a glance the world
Blooms, volume in dimensionality,
Simultaneity of perception held
Near or far or both to infinity.
Close one’s eyes, and what’s there remains, that open
Is like a visual thought, every last detail
Of a world of knowledge, material gen
That shifts from weight to weightless to avail.
Just as in concept the universe weighs
Less than a feather, to the Divine power
Its weight is conceptual, which sense relays
As infinite mass stretching out forever.
The world seems like a fairy-tale that’s there
To pass, but the history that unfolds
Is reality founded on truth, where
Each form bears witness to what God beholds. |
