"What's but a mere pop-up,
Shall soon burst and break free.
We, infinitesimal beings,
Extend from this cosmic debris.
You've underestimated this journey,
The vehicle of life leaves its trace,
Upon the canvas of existence,
In this vast, endless space.
The Universe, a cosmic tide,
Inverted within your soul's domain,
Nurturing its vital force,
Establishing a connection, a cosmic chain.
Yearning for the final arc,
Charging forth with might,
We script our own firmware,
Transcending compulsions, taking flight.
Until the last black hole evaporates and bursts it's diet away,
Let's merge with the cosmos, you and I,
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