Space
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Space is a maze, Of stars and planets. Space is a stage, To perform the ballets. Space is a time, We give each other. Space is the Nile, We swim together. The space within nature, Need to be confessed, The space within lives, Need to be obsessed. Space is a dimension, But indeed, the boundless. It blooms and glooms, Pretending itself painless. Smaller is the space, Larger is its worth. Power embossed within, A creature takes birth. Bend it to the angle, You’ll see the triangle. Feel within the dark, Some notions to wrangle. Space cannot be created, Nor be destroyed. It needs to be preserved, Without making things void.