I fathomlessly scan the bottom if
On prop of God does stand this universe,
Then up into the heaven peer I if
It hangs by strings from His artistry fingers.
The depth in dark, the height in glare do show
There's nothing yon the bottom and the top;
Like a balloon does float the Whole no tow,
As Nothingness has got it swallow'd up -
The facts, the fictions... all inside th' Unknown;
Wanders the tiny drop of human knowledge
In th' ocean of bottomless and topless Creation
Attach'd no way to Acrobat's appendage.
And life grows, dies in this undying gymnasium,
Its levitation, suspension's a conundrum.
-- N P SAMAL
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