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!