When I think of galaxies far away
May 16, 2022
A Sonnet
When I think of galaxies far away,
with black holes at the center of their eyes,
Infinite in number, boundless in size,
Who swallow up more galaxies for play;
When I hear that the Universe today,
Though it is a calculated surmise,
With an expanding love to infinitize
Has seen infinite Me’s live the same day;
I slip, once again, deep into despair.
What is the point, if what atoms compose
Is fodder to the void of destruction?
But then, from the pit of my human lair
I laugh; so what if the Universe grows.
So does my hair — is this the competition?
