Defining the limits of the sky.
Is it light of the sun that bends?
Is it the air that moves in currents of the wind?
Is it molecules combining and separating?
In what bounds is it clasped?
By what jaws has it been grasped?
Or is it truly endless?
Matter all large and small.
A universe, a planet, a comet, a moon, depictions, descriptions.
Which ones will suffice?
Which ones will never do?
Who is to decide?
Who is to preside?
A heavenly portrait.
Is it simply what the eyes see?
Going beyond the veil of secrecy.
What is that we hold to account?
All these worldly doubts.
An endless infinite definite pre-existing place.
It was before I got here.
And it will be still long after I'm gone.
Who am I to judge the nature of others views.
For I very well could be wrong to.
With limited time, and limited understanding we try to explain the impossibility of our very own knowing.
Ace Of Black Hearts
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