Oh, for all that’s built; for the life of it,
none without measurement,
none without fore though.
Haste absent from chaos!

It all encompassed full awareness,
unwavering love and devotion,
unmanned blueprints, casted into nothingness,
the purest of light, beyond tomorrow.

Oh, for all that’s conceived,
outside of the realm of man,
commenced before his conception,
long before his synapses fired.

Conflagration of cosmic dust,
bombarded with gravity's patience.
Compaction of dust, magma and bedrock,
aggregate of gold for posterity’s sake.

Parallel, horizontal transformations,
unanswered questions remain,
muscle or mind?
I am ignorant, so I ask questions!

In the end, culmination of that old cosmic dust,
Aggregate of desiccated bones and fossils,
Termination of dreams,
Extermination of hopes.

Questions demand answers.
Answers dance in the sky;
painted in the canvas of our imagination,
for all to ponder in awe.
For the defecation of the Earth,
was his love for man and his gift to mankind!