Yarsa

Looked at the stars and felt grand
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Looked at the stars and felt small
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Looked within and felt the stars...
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the possibility of "impossible" manifestations,
the foundation of the known and the unknown,
the parent of our feeble consciousness,
the curator of our burgeoning conscience,
I. You. Our World. The Universe. Everything.
To what we owe the existence of all that is
and non-existence of all that is not––

It begins with an error, a fluctuation, a vibration,
a subtle novelty that readjusts the configuration,
a glitch in god's deterministic indeterminism,
petty automation that prescribes a grandiose play,
What are we all but a story of metamorphosis?