02-12-2026, 09:03 AM
The Big Bang
I mourn foolish days
of perceived synchronicity.
Mystic mornings
deciphering the digitalis.
Sunrise is still an upturned jewel
and distant galaxies still astound in scintillation.
Yet a magic was lost
when science explained it all
so eloquently.
I mourn foolish days
of perceived synchronicity.
Mystic mornings
deciphering the digitalis.
Sunrise is still an upturned jewel
and distant galaxies still astound in scintillation.
Yet a magic was lost
when science explained it all
so eloquently.
wae aye man ye radgie