The Last Piece
The cosmos is a colossal jigsaw
Puzzle of celestial pieces, so vast
In number, that anyone keeping score;
Zero, would require a library bigger
Than the British Museum, in order
To file the recorded final figure;
Equivalent to a number, broader
Than the broadest we could ever dream;
We being inhabitants of a lone
Micro-speck, residing in a great scheme,
Devised from beyond our awareness zone,
On the other side of the universe,
Which itself will eventually disperse,
As puzzle-solvers, impossibly skilled;
With infinite care, dismantle, rebuild.
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