Random Poem Fun with words

Depending on who you ask


The Universe is mostly made out of gas

or God's miraculous interstellar farts

It is more than huge, endlessly large


It bends time to its will and freezes light

It tickles the imagination to the death of religion 

It makes people believe that there must be a reason 


It is empty and full, of this and that

It is full of wonder, and this is great

It is empty of meaning, and that is sad.


The universe sleeps

resting on its palm

an earfull of stars.