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.
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