There is nothing
to compare this to.
No past,
no future.
Everything an in-between;
no Genesis,
no Revelations.
Just constant animosity
set against
unquestionable beauty.
There are no words
to describe this place
that do it justice,
yet we feel
compelled to try.
Paint the sky,
a holy vision.
Divide the horizon,
sky from ground.
Everything above,
everything below
is esoteric mystery,
or history unclaimed.
So easy to get lost
inside this nebula.
We think of life
as a timeline,
but that’s as wrong
as the weatherman.
We are more than linear,
something unlike a projectile.
We come into this world,
live and die,
changing everything we touch.
In and out,
almost
as if
we didn’t exist at all.
Do we appear
somewhere else,
or are we
the legacy of our actions?
Not just rocks in a pond,
I think we’re more
like light particles.
Energized bits
of quantum matter
moving in and out
of existence,
within our
little nebula.
Within our
little universe.
Within
everywhere.
I think
we’re limitless.
HG – 2022
