after all, what we do is fall down

i tether knots around the cosmos,

in the deepest corners, beneath the crevasses of the smallest suns,

in the vast supernovae beaming with glory

still every and each fashionable hope i tenderly laced between the threads of time

instantly disintegrates into shards of realization; sharp-the acid is

my drug


my fingers cannot tell the time

neither can the cosmos ponder childish hopes

fall is down what do we all after


“For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”-Carl Sagan



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