The universe expands, unknowing and uncaring of my corrigible plight.

Does the battle of noble gases purport my signifigance?

My heart beats for a reason, maybe two.

As pages of prose tear from a book, so does my past from my present.

Once a simple plane, has now gleaned many facets.

To wax and wane, to bifurcate, no longer feels transient.

My way out of this will require going further in.