The Box


On the first side we see what has become
On the second a vision of what has begun
The third not finished the fourth is the end
With the universe spinning again and again

The sides are not equal but perfect the box
Of lines and angles a symmetrical block
Turn to the side the picture the same
A cube of all dimensions a square it's name

It moves without boundries to and fro'
It's not outer space it's not a black hole
The universe moves near and far
Corner to corner surrounding us all

What started a speck of maybe some dust
Or big bang theory is what we must trust
For out in the distance and light years away
Is something more than we can explain

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