It used to be true
that there was solace
in the vacuum;
that emptiness
which, on all sides,
enveloped us,
ready to crush
us to pieces
should we breach it,
would insulate us
quite nicely from the pain
of conviction
and give credence
to all of our panicked
misgivings.
we now think, is filled
to the brim—not only
with the dark matter
of our carelessness
and enthrallment,
but with the energy
of our worst fears
all colliding in the dark,
creating new shapes
and relationships
amongst the ruined drifting stars
for some future
night gazer's most
trifling entertainment.
