Once there was a celestial golf ball
Floating in space, a mystery muddled,
Containing everything, one and all.
It was an intergalactic huddle.
Then someone said, “Break!”—a great explosion.
It was faster than a New York minute.
Every object and human emotion,
The sky—not yet existing—the limit.
Spherical masses and new miracles,
Every item and its compliment
Became columns, rows, truth empirical:
The Periodic Table of Elements.
There’s no limit to what can be achieved
With infinite time and space to move free.