The Singularity is the past and the future of the universe...
The leather clad journal thus spake,
His frame shrivelled, form intact, spirit broken,
A man not from our time, floated free.
Clad in white, the first contact ours,
'Earth speaking, speak to us',
'I am lost in space, help me home'.
A gentle tug, a forceful push,
His frame broke free,
Floating like a feather, he fell,
Into the earths cradle he fell,
'Home I believe', he sighed a relief.
He spoke, a feeble cry, words heavy with solitude.
'I have been lost, I believe',
He settled a bit, comfort I think he sought.
I could see pain in his enlightened spirit,
As he searched for his world, eyes racing,
Then his gaze dropped, despair I believe.
'This is not my home', at length he spoke,
'A fool I am to believe otherwise',
'I have transcended space and time', he sighed,
'Travelled through worlds, hoping it to be mine',
'But, alas, time beat me to it yet again', he smiled.
The leather clad journal thus spake,
His frame shrivelled, form intact, spirit broken,
A man not from our time, floated free.
Clad in white, the first contact ours,
'Earth speaking, speak to us',
'I am lost in space, help me home'.
A gentle tug, a forceful push,
His frame broke free,
Floating like a feather, he fell,
Into the earths cradle he fell,
'Home I believe', he sighed a relief.
He spoke, a feeble cry, words heavy with solitude.
'I have been lost, I believe',
He settled a bit, comfort I think he sought.
I could see pain in his enlightened spirit,
As he searched for his world, eyes racing,
Then his gaze dropped, despair I believe.
'This is not my home', at length he spoke,
'A fool I am to believe otherwise',
'I have transcended space and time', he sighed,
'Travelled through worlds, hoping it to be mine',
'But, alas, time beat me to it yet again', he smiled.
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