In relating to the size of us
We are but far too small
Some place where space enormous is
Yet nowhere near to us at all
Tiny though our homestead is
In a hot bed full of life
We struggle to improve our odds
In a cauldron running rife
All depends on what comes next
Based on how we made it so
Instead of sailing on an even keel
We choose the rapids in full flow
We are but images in holograms
On a theatre stage burlesque
A vision changed by what we see
Portrayed in pictures Escheresque STORY LINK
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