FLECK
Upon this sphere
there is a tiny speck
Wherein it would be found
all to ever will-be-known
Shrouded by darkness
and obscured by light
abides a tiny planet
just teeming with life
there upon
or perhaps within
the mystery of meaning
invites brief stay

Those who might see it
Know it to not exist
Those who know of it
Are seeking something else.
Those who may see it
Know not where
Those in proximity
know not how

There is a particle
Never to be found
As if to behold
means the whole of nothing

Of magnitude and beauty
There is a universe
Vacant and violent
Knowing nothing of life.

Within this Universe
there is a single grain
Upon it would be found
All to ever possibly be known

Those knowing of it
Know not why
Those who know why
Truly do not
Those who may see it
Know it to be another
but those who are them
believe it to be theirs
Thereupon
no matter where
the search for meaning
Renders little to not

Tho by no means
ever to be found-
the chance of never
is so much greater...

No know fully of it
not even those upon
pondering only of the seen
knowing not the beauty within


then  mere existence of
one who would behold
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