Ode to Carl Sagan

It's under, and then it's over

it's fast, and then it's slow

we're entrenched within a mystery

which only science seems to know

It's hot, and then it's cold

it's good, and then it's bad

we're marching misunderstanding

between the lines of sane and sad

We're well, and then we're sick

we're here, and then we're gone

it's big, and then it's small

yet truthful science soldiers on