The palpitation of planets,
swirling heavens,
an entire universe held
together by the gravity
that resulted from
a single instant of pure love.
And I, tiny speck, barely afloat
in an ocean of possibility,
not worth existence's notice.
What master architect
deemed such understanding from me?
What ploy, what devilishly divine
scheme lies in locking
the seed to all being
in each human being?
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