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.