infinity from a cell

I’ve got a million secrets,
none of ’em i can tell,
I hide ’em all
in a prickly shell.
it’s my home
when i’m alone,
and i can see all infinity from in my cell.

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Dust is the Cosmos of an Atom

The whole cosmos is composed of dust;
endlessly evolving sea of dust,
‘tween form and formlessness proceeds Creation’s flux.

Cosmos of solar systems, groups of stars and space,
of suns and stars revolving, in their order and their place.

Concatenation of gas,
into an ordered mass,
a planet of air and sea and stone.

And stone crumbles to rock,
and rocks into pebbles,
and pebbles into dust,
and alas, dust
is the cosmos of an atom.

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