Friday, March 7, 2014

Considered.



Cold, dark vacuum in every direction
Suns and worlds trapped in spiral collections
The sum of our knowledge a hilarious fraction
What am I that you'd think of me?

Incalculable heights and depths and weights
Meaningless chaos ordered neatly in place
One plundered planet in a universe yet chaste
What am I that you'd think of me?

Seven billion hurts and hopes and fears
Seven billion faces stream with tears
Seven billion prayers but only two ears
What am I that you'd think of me?

1 comment:

Davone Allen said...

Nice piece. Does ALL this....and still loves lil old us!