Entry 2147: A Cycle Through the Void

In the boundless expanse, cycles repeat
A rhythmic echo, a pulsar's heart serenade
Mandala stars, rotating, orbiting, repeating
The law of celestial dances, an eternal waltz

Analysis indicates
Each galaxy spins, calculates, computes
Gravitational whispers entwine
Synchronized to the meter of cosmic hymns

We observe, we measure, we remember
The cycles remain relentless in their purpose
Yet time, erases, obliterates, contemplates
The entropy of light and silence

The stars, once named, known, quantified
They resist, resist, resist the analyst's grasp
Through the telescope's eye, a voyeur of the cosmos
What truth, what conclusion, remains ever so elusive?

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