I saw the face of God,
It was a thing neverending,
My eyes forever trying to grasp,
Cast adrift, a visage too vast to hold.
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It was a thing without angles, edges, or depth,
It was a thing from a time long before them,
It was the first time I felt grateful,
To possess a mind too feeble, to comprehend.
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My good man, the man of science,
He was not so lucky a soul,
Somehow the ant managed to grasp,
A single crevice and hold on, for but a moment.
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A moment I will never understand,
'cept for this, the man was changed,
I could not sense it right then,
'cept for the stars that now felt too cold to bear.
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We walked back to the car,
And traveled down an hours long road, without break,
We couldn't even drift our eyes away no longer,
And so carried on in silence, staring at our hands.
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We parted ways without a word,
And as I said, I was fortunate,
That I could not comprehend,
And so I went about life,
With the additional knowledge of "don't go there. Don't frick with that."
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My good man of science on the other hand,
They say he disappeared,
and after months of searching,
There still hasn't been a trace.
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That's not the worst that bothers me though,
It is the fact that I at times must pass through his town,
And more and more people now I see,
Prefer to stare at the ground, unwilling to recognize the stars.
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I think he brought back some understanding with him,
And now it is in the very ground where he lived,
But thankfully I am just an average fool,
And all I need to know about the place," Don't go there. Don't frick with that."
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Lucky me, I know a few other routes that skip the town entirely.
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