The Cartographer

Canst thou near fathom the fret,
The dimensions of the deep?
-As the Great Cartographer set
his map while you were still asleep.
Canst thou fathom the wisdom?
The fire in his eyes-
As he seized the cosmos
And lit the starry skies?
He simply struck his palms.
And spun the web of time,
Clasped the elemental charms
and crafted yours and mine.

Awoken, now we ponder
Doubt his works to see.
Still we gape and wonder
On how they came to be.


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