How strange it doth seem,
When the light of day is nigh at night,
And the world retreats before twilight,
The eyes that water in constant concern,
Madly confused until perplexed they doth learn,
The resting of the world upon its spin,
The lay of the land they built on at whim,
The far stars knew, they watched in earnest,
The closest, our sun, hinted its purpose,
The axis of the world we think we know,
Strange and magic, yet it seems as though,
The hunger of man will never subside,
Until he contains the world inside.
Wow!