So alien
and hollow,
this place can be.
All this
matter and energy
doesn’t really matter
anyway.
Is it all just filling space?
Ideas come and go,
like the days,
and people;
all the good ones
pass away.
The best of us
are taken to a fault,
while the worst ideas
become cults.
And then,
disaster on disaster,
as we go running after
each other,
off a cliff that we can’t see.
Matter and energy.
This one,
ultra dense
singularity.
Not just gravity,
but light itself
gets drawn into
the event horizon
and we see
no reflections of us
in infinity,
and that’s okay.
We might be too strange
to venture on.
Maybe it’s this stage
and we’re just young,
or maybe we were made
for something,
but we forgot what it was?
Will we find our answers
in the stars,
or down here.
right between our ears,
or maybe in our hearts?
Maybe we’ve been wrong
from the start,
and all we are
is only what we see.
A whole universe
yet to be perceived.
Strangers in a strange place,
you and me.
Matter and energy.
HG – 2022
