the planets dance, what circumstance
arranged them in their spheres
God's orchestration, or pure chance
the grinding of what gears
celestial kites invade our night
uncoiled from cosmic strings
who placed them there for our delight
and gifted them with rings
grasping the infinite within
the infinite without
as the Creator's violin
plays Symphony of Doubt
a simulation still at play
perhaps we're merely pawns
a board abandoned, though we pray
as we weigh pros and cons
our theories and histories
hypotheses, conjectures
have yet to solve these mysteries
no shortage, though, of lectures
and me, what do I think is true
what matters about matter
like all of you, I have no clue
but I suspect the latter
Author notes: wc 119 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2794035-Fantasy-1093 image from Pinterest
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