Cosine
I feel the cosmos below my feet
My atoms are not complete
The particles are not aligned in a row
Even though they continue to glow
Can I communicate over a parsec
I'll have to wait a short second to check
There is no infinite in my math
Because it's not in my path
The glory of the universe is a dot
Because it's all that I've got
Like sand that always falls
Through my fingers it craws
To the eternal existence I go
Where I end up I do not know
A cosmic sketch!