Saturday, February 23, 2019

Feeling Less...

We look to the skies.
On the look-out for gods.

We are stuck with
humans. Humans
everywhere.

There is the long, never-ending human stream.

I mean,
there must have been a beginning,
there will be an end.

But here in the middle of it all,
the stream of humans is strong.

How do I scare myself?
Not with thoughts of death.
No.

I scare myself with
thoughts of the cold, gob-smacking
immensities of Time & Space.

Time stretching backwards,
Time lurching forward.

Space,
infinitely expanding.

Breath-taking.

Makes me feel less than small,
less than insignificant.
Less than less.