Our cosmos where we are a dot
Full of things and more beyond
From terabytes to nano mites
In our joined-up living bond
Collectively we are but grains
However large or small we are
One of countless parts voluminous
Astoundingly bizarre
By our nature we associate
In cooperatives we hang
Eventually clump in a lump
When once again we do Big Bang
Then if by chance again it does
Explode a universal joint
Unlikely we'd be us again
And if we are then what's the point
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