The event horizon breaches
Sunlight washing a world
Upon crystalline field’s
Frosted diamonds shine
The point of no return
As the new day breaks
For all to see; few do
The eternal cares not
One world of many, alone
Le point verge, of this one
Never to be denied or lost
Observing the point of all
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 