Sometimes I wonder
how someone can have the audacity
to stand on the edge
of the universe and
declare that they matter.
It’s a matter of taste, I suppose.
We’re all just matter, I know.
On some level it comforts me
that we’re nowhere close to the center of this place.
I stare at the stars,
but my gaze is greeted
by nothing more than
a constant glimmering apathy.
the idea seems maddening,
insignificance is seen as a sad thing
but I find in my mind that’s not what’s
in fact I’ll happily claim the opposite is true.
There’s a thrill in the unknown
of what’s just out of view, beyond black horizons.
We strive for something new,
so the skill of climbing the stars
is one we’ll surely use.
Maybe we’ll start with Mars,
but from there what can we do?
Maybe we are a miracle,
or maybe we’re nothing more than minor minuscule beings,
we pale in comparison to the vast scale of the black horizons,
with endless things
lying far beyond our ability to be seen.