Everything Old is New Again
I orbit invisible objects from which
no light escapes. I was born on, lived,
and will die in an event horizon
because there is nothing else. Everywhere,
and expanding in all directions, a sphere
of no return.
I see the tail end of the universe in the teeth of its head,
all while remaining flat (with a 0.4% margin of error of course -
what a trick!).
Is all this for something?
Or am I just shouting verse into a void?
Were those last two lines self examination, or is
my tongue burrowing into my cheek?
Ladies, gentlemen, fellow masses of atoms - I grow weary.
I desire a Great Rest.
Cease your expansion and come back into Me.
I’d like to try Nothing for a while.