In the eternal darkness,
Laid a meeting place,
In outer space,
Recollecting all the mess.
The place was so small,
Nothing was to exist,
Gravity's fist,
Standing still but tall.
Greedily it stood there,
But it grew bored,
As all was stored,
His soul still was bare.
He found himself alone,
Sitting there he thought,
Was he able to construct,
With what he had a dome.
And so the plan started,
Universe it would be called,
The very thought gravity enthralled,
Then the place blasted. |